Sylas' claw squeezed down and the Monkey King's staff shattered to pieces. First they started as hairline fractures, ones that quickly spread until, as though a tough piece of glass suddenly cracking to the very edge, it infused itself into the body of the weapon instantaneously.
Then, with a twist of Sylas' wrist, it all crumbled to pieces.
He took a step forward, a screaming Monkey King in a ball of endless flames surging with an endless tide.
Sylas looked down with an indifferent expression on his face.
It was just as he speculated the day he realized his future self would stop the Monkey King for him. The only way to interfere in the past from the future was by forming a closed loop that existed outside the influence and laws of the universe.
He had known this was probably the easiest and most straightforward solution, but he didn't know how to do that. It was just that he believed in his ability to do so.
