Yes, in the previous timeline, I did indeed blow up the Milky Way with my own hands.
But you all forced me to do it.
What I wanted was mutual destruction.
But this time, how dare you...
Harrison Clark, who had been silently observing the development of human civilization for centuries as an onlooker and had already experienced several fragmented lifetimes, his temperament polished to an unimaginable level for ordinary people, was now filled with indescribable rage.
He turned his gaze back to the Galactic Center Surge Cannon composed of stars.
Near the massive cannon, Harrison's Silver Wing Armor's ultra-sensitive optical detector caught a subtle change in light intensity.
After adjusting to a multi-composite scanner, Harrison knew what it was.
Those fly-like things moving between the stars that made up the Galactic Center Surge Cannon were the Prism Ship fleet that he and mankind have been guarding against, but have never found any trace of from beginning to end.
