Chapter 2428
Even if he had the shape of a strategy, that didn’t mean Randidly had much time to execute it. His lips twitched. The only upside of Laplace being entirely silent is that the monster isn’t making any time puns…
Randidly felt his body being squeezed as the convoy pressed forward. Another one of his ribs fractured and released bone shrapnel through his internal organs. His jaw was as clenched as it could become without his teeth being fused together like an igneous rock. He examined the temporal flows and quickly refined his idea into a workable solution.
Trap Laplace in Zeno’s Paradox. Even if the Eternity would eventually tear its way forward, it would give Randidly a chance.
His Moiraes stirred, finally discovering the opportunity to manifest their abilities. They reached out and began to create curling temporal eddies with their long fingers. Organic patterns began to swirl around his body, even as he was forced into a smaller and smaller space between the tomes and Pine’s barrier.
Weaving quickly, Randidly created the basic shape. Laplace’s world-state image tugged at the stray threads he had gathered, but just this much was possible for Randidly to resist. Through most of his experience with the Nexus, Randidly had possessed a superior ability to manipulate energy than his peers. Recently, it had manifested as a maelstrom of kinetic energy, churning it way forward, half a destructive aura and half a mobile battery that could be consumed at any moment to empower his abilities.
However, the power of the Eternity had completely invalidated that ability. Randidly had barely managed to keep the energy within his body in line underneath the constant grinding of time against his skin. While also maintaining his images, any sort of relevant energy adjustment had been impossible.
But now, two of his images had reached the Pinnacle, waiting for a third image to finish his ‘Truth’. So he could fully dedicate his energy to tugging and nudging the temporal maelstrom into an advantageous position. He gradually arranged the minute details so they would fall into line.
Laplace’s four tomes crossed half the distance from their starting point to the final barrier of Pine’s corpse. Randidly twitched a finger, weaving a temporal knot to add some extra oomph to the paradox. When it immediately began to fray even with the reinforcement, he flooded the connection with his dense significance.
His Nether sizzled but held.