Years passed.
Pantheon and Asher had both stabilized their power at the absolute peak of SSS+ Rank.
With time came mastery, and with mastery came deeper understanding.
Their abilities evolved, refined into forces capable of shaping—or shattering—entire worlds.
From time to time, they challenged R., pushing their limits with each encounter.
But no matter how far they had come, the result was always the same—defeat.
Still, with every battle, they felt it: progress.
(We're already too powerful… but I still don't see any chance of us winning against that monster,)
Asher stood silently beside him, eyes cast downward. He didn't argue.
Outside this prison-like realm, they would be undefeatable.
Conquest would've been trivial—like slicing through paper with a blade forged from stars.
"Maybe… maybe we really do need a Law to defeat him?" Asher finally spoke, voice low, and uncertain.