The First Supreme Monarch's golden-ringed eyes shifted toward the Third Supreme Monarch. He could tell, no, he understood, what the Titan was feeling and thinking. He had known the man for centuries; it would be absurd for him not to recognize the familiar signs written so clearly in the Titan's posture and presence.
His gaze moved again, golden rings glinting faintly as they snapped upward and settled on a particular white-haired, handsome young man floating calmly in the void, Aaaninja Chronisynth Eternos.
During the battle, the First Supreme Monarch had deliberately informed the Third Supreme Monarch of his intention to fight near Aaaninja, if possible, so that he could personally witness how the young Celestial manipulated Time. What he had seen left him utterly speechless. He still could not fully comprehend how Aaaninja slipped through Time itself so effortlessly, as though it were nothing more than a shallow stream beneath his feet.
