The grand, cosmic duel between Ryan and the Harvester was a beautiful, terrifying, and very evenly matched fight. It was a perfect stalemate.
The Harvester, with its immense, galaxy-draining power, would try to trap Ryan in a single, perfect, and very boring fate. It would attack with a wave of pure, beautiful, and utterly final Order.
Ryan, with his stubborn, chaotic, and very human will, would counter by shattering that perfect fate with an explosion of a million, messy, and wonderful possibilities. He would fight back with a wave of pure, unpredictable, and glorious Life.
Order versus Life. Perfection versus Chaos. It was a battle of two, equal, and opposite forces, and neither side could gain an advantage. They were two impossibly strong wrestlers, locked in a struggle, and neither one could push the other back.
And then, something changed.
