The Almighty stood across from Ryu, huffing for breath.
It felt like everything had flipped in an instant. One moment, he had cornered Ryu, teaming up with Zercius and Primus. In the next, it was like the world had been stripped down around him, reversed, and flipped on its head.
Ryu, who should have been dead down below, suddenly appeared in the skies, standing quite calmly. The world fell to silence.
Ryu did only have one thing to do. And that was to end this loop.
"You…" The Almighty held his trident, looking around him.
Zercius was still there, but his momentum seemed to have been completely neutered somehow. The Almighty felt the same, like he was beaten and broken. And yet, there wasn't a single wound on him at all.
