Gustav felt like if this continued, there would be absolutely nothing left.
He had no choice... he had to end it now.
But the cost—
He glanced around at the billions of lights extinguishing every second.
If he unleashed the technique he was preparing…
Everything — absolutely everything — would vanish.
Even the empty frameworks of space.
Even the timelines.
Even the concept of existence itself.
He inhaled.
And made his decision.
His body blurred, moving thousands of times faster than light, faster than time, faster than cause and effect. He flitted between galaxies, dodging the Overseer's pursuit while accumulating energy.
Each flicker of movement triggered supernovas.
Each step crushed a cluster of stars.
Each breath unmade a pocket dimension.
The Overseer thundered after him, giant, grotesque, absorbing more death and destruction to further empower his monstrous form.
Gustav's fingers trembled, glowing with catastrophic power.
