For fourteen agonizing minutes, reality itself became a meat grinder.
The exchange that unfolded was not a duel; it was a brutal, systematic dissection of causality. Kaeleth fought with the terrifying precision of a master sculptor working in marble, each strike a perfect expression of temporal authority.
He threw waves of accelerated decay, pockets of frozen stasis that could shatter steel like glass, and razor-thin shears of time that could sever a soul from its body.
But Rex was the perfect countervirus. His Adaptation was a ravenous thing, a black hole of learning that consumed Kaeleth's mastery.
Each time a temporal wave slammed into Rex's defenses, his body didn't just endure it; it evolved.
