Not Even

For him to not be involved in a penultimate event of the timeline, it only made sense. Yet, not only did he interfere this time, he directly grinded it to a halt.

Nothing about it made sense… Unless… This was all planned…

Imaigne began to hesitate. Were they playing on the palms of someone's hands? Was that hand Abraxus'? If this was true, could they really afford to continue to sit idly by…?

…

"… It's almost time."

These words didn't come from the elders locked in a fierce debate. In fact, it wasn't even spoken in the Phoenix Hegemon. It was simply impossible to tell who it was who said them.

The words seemed to drift into the ears of everyone on the Immortal Plane, branding their subconscious. Yet, somehow… No one heard the words either. Not even Dyon. 

Dyon stood with his hands clasped behind his back. He seemed serious, but the slight curl of his lip gave him away.