"Is that all? Then I guess its time to end things." Lucas looked at the broken figure of the people that were his best friend's parents with not even the slightest trace of sympathy or regret.
They were strong. And not just in terms of power. Experience, tricks and methods of using what they had and pushing it further; all of that were almost equal to his own methods.
"If we had to fight on equal levels, I wonder what the outcome would be." Lucas mused as he slowly restored the portion of the world that had been destroyed in their fight.
Space had turned into glass fragments and time had spun itself into a physical form as it threaded through the void. Other laws that made up nature were in a similar state. What Lucas had to do was slowly urge the regenerative forces of the world to repair those parts.
