He glanced at the floating holographic display of the Status Panel.
[Time until Power Synchronization: 11 Hours, 38 Minutes]
"Eleven hours," Ethan whispered.
"Just eleven hours and that bastard's power becomes mine."
He closed his eyes, trying to meditate, but the image of the Messenger, the intruder, kept flashing behind his eyelids.
The way the man had swatted away the One Above All's "Erasure" like it was a bothersome fly haunted him.
It wasn't just strength.
It was a higher level of existence.
It was the difference between a man fighting a storm and a man who was the storm.
"Yumiko," Ethan called out internally.
"Keep a lock on his signature. If he breathes too loud, I want to know."
[Master, the Messenger is currently stationary near the site of the collision. However, his sensory range is expanding.]
[He is not merely looking with his eyes; he is tasting the frequency of the plane.]
[The Space Cube's concealment is holding, but it is under immense pressure.]
