In the Celestial Hall of the World Inner, infinite rifts extended and closed up, just like a porcelain tool that kept shattering and piecing itself together again.
Outside, the Simboan continent was quaking violently, the seismic activity that trembled all things and cyclones were engulfing heaven and earth.
It was not merely because the world's coordinates were shifting toward the Void Vortex, but because two divinely profound beings stood off against each other.
Before the Throne of Authority, Fattrovi watched as the Giant God of Steel slowly approached him, watching at his adversary who simply had no intent of giving up.
He could not understand why.
Why? He had no chance of winning. Millions of futures flashed past the gaze of the Time Turner, with scarce few chances for the warrior's victory—but even those scarce few possibilities were now rapidly diminishing, about to utterly disappear.
