The moon was breaking. Massive fissures opened in the iron crust, leaking molten core-matter. The Galactic Overlord's hand was closing, and within seconds, this entire area of the galaxy would be reduced to a black hole.
"If I cannot hide in Space," Fang Yuan hissed, his indigo eyes glowing with a frenzied, calculating light, "I will hide in Time."
As a Rank 2: Space-Time Weaver, he couldn't stop the Overlord's gravity, but he could manipulate the Sequence.
He threw every scrap of the "Heroic Luck" and "Rebel Essence" he had harvested into a single, suicidal thread. He wasn't trying to save the moon anymore. He was trying to save himself and his "Anchors."
"Lia! Grab the husks!" Fang Yuan commanded.
With a violent tug, Fang Yuan performed a "Space-Time Tear." He didn't move across the stars; he moved between the seconds.
Just as the Overlord's palm crushed Moon 9 into cosmic dust, a flash of indigo lightning sparked in the center of the explosion. To the Overlord, it looked like a final spark of a dying fire. But in reality, Fang Yuan had forced a path into the "Void between Realities"—a place where even a Rank 3 cannot easily follow.
The moon was gone. The sector was a graveyard of silent stones. The Galactic Overlord withdrew his hand, satisfied that the "Virus" had been incinerated.
But deep in the dark currents of the Multiverse, three broken bodies and one cold-eyed Weaver were drifting toward a new, unknown world.