Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
On the screen, as the subspace collided, the two divine beasts awakened.
The moment they saw each other, both immediately concluded that the other had provoked the conflict.
Their auras erupted at once.
Each of them felt the overwhelming pressure radiating from the other—along with a faint but undeniable sense of threat.
That only strengthened their conviction.
The other had invaded their territory, yet offered not even the slightest explanation, instead brazenly unleashing their aura within it.
This was provocation!
As expected, the other intended to seize their domain—to devour their space.
"ROAR!!"
If the other wanted war, then war it would be!
No unnecessary words.
With a thunderous roar, the two divine beasts sought to drive the other out of their domain.
Rumble—!
Their roars shook the very fabric of the alternate dimension.
Terrifying energy surged from Palkia and Dialga.
Radiant streams of power poured forth, coiling through the heavens and earth, condensing into two vast rivers of energy.
Blindingly brilliant. Utterly dreadful.
The power contained within them was enough to fill any onlooker with despair and terror.
The two torrents howled violently as they surged toward each other.
In an instant—
They collided.
A strange phenomenon occurred—there was not a single sound.
All that could be seen was terrifying bursts of light.
Space was annihilated. Time shattered.
The collision of those horrifying energies, entangled with the distortion of time and space, ultimately canceled each other out.
That clash was merely the appetizer.
Buzz—
Energy surged from Palkia, forming a protective barrier, while in its hand condensed a massive claw of energy.
—Dragon Claw.
With a single step forward, the gems along its body and the purple patterns across its form flared with blinding light.
The ruler of space. The sovereign of space.
Space trembled, rippling outward.
In the next moment—
Without any warning, it stepped forward and instantly appeared before Dialga.
The Dragon Claw in its hand came crashing down.
But Dialga had already anticipated it.
Its pupils glowed brightly, and the gems and deep-blue patterns on its body lit up in unison.
A mysterious force acted upon Palkia.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
Palkia's body moved as if a videotape had been rewound.
It retreated unnaturally, returning to its original position.
This was the authority Dialga controlled—
—the authority of time.
To govern time, to reverse the flow of years.
It had just activated its power, sending Palkia back one second.
Immediately after—
Space trembled again.
An even more terrifying power began to gather within both of them.
Palkia let out a roar as the gem on its shoulder and the purple patterns across its body shone once more.
This signified that it had activated its authority—unleashing the power bestowed upon it.
It twisted its waist slightly, positioning its arm beneath its shoulder in a motion resembling a discus throw.
The glowing patterns on its body continuously channeled energy into the gem on its shoulder.
That energy flowed into its hand.
A dreadful aura condensed within its grasp.
Meanwhile—
Dialga also roared, its deep-blue patterns radiating dazzling brilliance.
The protruding metallic structures on its back clashed faintly against one another.
A terrifying aura gathered before its mouth.
The next moment—
Palkia swung its arm forward.
A cold glint arrived first.
At that instant, it was as though the world had lost all sound, leaving only that unstoppable, radiant light.
It was a beam of energy—like the edge of a blade.
A terrifying arc-shaped slash burst forth from its hand.
It tore through space itself, immense and unstoppable—wherever it passed, space was cleaved apart.
Horrifying beyond measure.
—Spacial Rend.
The exclusive skill of Palkia, the God of Space.
At the same time, Dialga unleashed the attack gathered before its mouth.
It was a beam of energy—but one impossible to describe.
Time itself seemed to behave strangely.
At moments it slowed, at others it accelerated.
—Roar of Time.
The exclusive skill of Dialga, the God of Time.
Spacial Rend and Roar of Time collided.
The entire subspace turned eerie and surreal.
The world lost its color, fading into black and white.
Endless light burst forth from the point of impact.
Like a falling star. Like the birth of the universe.
Everything was being destroyed.
The terrifying shockwaves shattered the entire subspace layer by layer—yet under the influence of time, it was constantly "destroyed," "restored," "destroyed," "restored."
The sensation was indescribably strange.
Both time and space had fallen into chaos.
Though the scene was so grand that no words could capture it—
there was no sound, no clear image.
Under the collision of their attacks, both time and space had been thrown into disorder.
The clash between time and space stripped the world of their very concepts.
It was as if the entire subspace had fallen from a three-dimensional world with time and space into a one-dimensional existence.
…
This terrifying battle scene left countless beings across the myriad dimensions utterly silent, their hearts shaken beyond measure.
So this was the power that stood at the very pinnacle!?
Countless powerful beings fell quiet, their pride shattered completely.
Aboard the Moby Dick…
Whitebeard stared at the collapsing layers of space stretching endlessly for millions of miles, as though the fabric of the universe itself had been shattered like glass.
He fell silent.
For the first time in his life, he felt that his Tremor-Tremor Fruit was utterly insignificant.
[The exclusive skill of Palkia: Spacial Rend. The exclusive skill of Dialga: Roar of Time.]
[The collision of these two supreme techniques nearly destroyed the entire subspace.]
[However, before time, space ultimately fell short.]
Crack—crack—crack—
The sound of something breaking echoed through the scene.
On Palkia's arm, a pearl formed from its very origin had developed cracks.
[Palkia was defeated and fled into the main world.]
[Dialga pursued it.]
[The two divine beasts began a chase in the main world, eventually dragging Alamos Town into the conflict.]
The images flashed one after another.
Finally, they returned to the moment of Darkrai's fall.
Only then did everyone understand what had truly happened.
Both divine beasts had believed the other had invaded their domain, triggering this catastrophic battle.
If they wanted to stop the conflict now, they had to calm them down.
They had to make them realize—
that neither had invaded the other.
Rather, their subspaces had inexplicably intersected.
Clang—
Clang—clang—clang—
At that moment, a melodious tune drifted from the top of the Space-Time Tower.
As the music began, the tower's gears turned.
From both sides of the structure, radiant golden wings unfurled—brilliant and dreamlike.
The melody was soothing, gently spreading through the air, bringing an unparalleled sense of peace to all it touched.
High in the sky, the music drifted.
Palkia and Dialga—the two enraged divine beasts—
their blood-red eyes and hearts filled with fury—
gradually calmed.