This was his ideal plan.
Not to reverse time.
But to utilize THE Corrupted Vault of Ginnungagap. The region within it in The Stoa of Dogmata that had been gloriously distorted by THE Fallout. A core domain of THE Vault of Ginnungapbefore it was corrupted!
They simply had to reach it.
But...
HUUM!
At this moment, like a burning sun, the scorching aura of THE Weavers raged behind them!
It pressed against reality with force that made the corrupted Wastes crack and splinter! The weight of three Absolutes in pursuit created pressure that would have collapsed anything below THE Fundamental Depth instantly!
Their voices echoed out.
Glorious.
Terrifying.
Three heavy, scratching voices speaking one after another in sequence that made the air itself recoil!
"Can the Claimer..."
"...of THE First Tongue..."
"...be such a coward?!"
The words overlapped and intertwined, each voice completing the thought of the one before!
"One of THE Four..."
"...running like a little bitch?..."
