The Epoch Lord didn't dodge. He raised his palm slowly, calmly, like he was curious rather than threatened.
Apollo's fist struck.
And for the first time—
The Epoch Lord slid back.
Just a step. Just one.
But on this battlefield of will and distorted laws, even a single step was enough to make the stars dim.
"…Interesting," the Epoch Lord whispered, eyes gleaming. "It's been a very, very long time since I had to move."
His palm bled faintly—a single line of divine ichor. But his smile widened, not with arrogance… but with satisfaction.
"You are the thirteenth… But perhaps you may become the first."
He raised both hands this time. The entire void stirred, and infinite laws bent toward him. Order and chaos danced at his fingertips.
"Then—show me what makes you think you can defy even the Epoch."
He was a bit surprised, as his rule of destruction didn't instantly defeat his opponent. His expression became serious, as it appeared he had to go all out this time.
