"The Observer deploys the 'Pure White Arbitrators' through time folds.
They not only attempt to imprison our actions through physical laws.
They also aim to dismantle our core cognition with the annihilation equation I once developed."
He tilted his head and gave a bitter smile for a moment: "It seems.
I myself have become the key variable in the struggle.
Whether in the past or now.
I cannot escape."
The wind howled as small stones tumbled amidst the rocks nearby, striking sharply.
Making this moment feel particularly heavy and real.
On this Earth which continuously evolves into a maze-like structure due to observation.
The two exchanged a determined glance.
Then simultaneously adjusted their stances, ready to face the incoming new wave of enemies.
The air was nearly frozen to its limit.
Yet it carried an exhilarating, surging uncertainty.
This is the unique atmosphere of the highest level of survival struggle.
All language at this moment seems pale and weak.
