In the pitch-black void, fragments at countless angles are flashing with geometric light, as if the universe itself is twisting and whispering.

Subtle changes dance slowly in the endless deep space, as if indicating that some unknown secrets are about to be revealed.

In this endless silence, the ghostly shadows of the hounds of Tindalos gradually appeared. They skillfully shuttled between multi-dimensional space and time, flowing between different dimensions half-visible and half-hidden.

Each hound is a symbol of geometric terror, their shape unstable, an abstract, dynamic and transcendent being beyond our understanding. Their eyes, if they can be called that, are full of

With their insight into time and space, they seem to be able to see through the core of all entities, and understand all secrets and traces of the future. Their bodies fluctuate in the void, blending into the darkness of the surrounding universe, looming, and only the flow of geometric lines reminds them.

A restless existence.

bump!!!

Xia Xiu exploded the Möbius strip around him.

Suddenly, the entire void atmosphere was extremely oppressive, and the eyes of every creature in the Tindalos Hound Legion were focused on a fixed point.

In the endless darkness, that point gradually blurred, expanded, and became a broken space-time rift. From it, an unknown energy wave emitted, which was a force that attempted to control or distort time.

Even in this barren land of the universe, this power attracted the attention of the hounds of Tindalos with an almost small provocation.

The hounds, these executioners of time and space, their bodies began to rotate around that point, the outlines of geometric shapes intertwined with the darkness of the void, weaving a web that was both beautiful and terrifying. The light that tried to escape, whether it was matter

Or energy, all were ruthlessly swallowed up by this dark web and transformed into purer nothingness.

On this absurd cosmic stage, the Hounds of Tindalos are like nightmare predators, silent but full of absolute terror.

They don't make any sound, because in their world, sounds and angry roars are redundant. They just approach the struggling point silently and slowly, and every movement is full of unknown intentions and indifferent judgment.

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Their "line of sight" penetrates the boundaries of time and space, and those entities or materials that emit weak fluctuations have no way to hide in front of them.

It's like thousands of invisible arms reaching out, surrounding, touching, and exploring those broken fragments of time, trying to find the source of the force that attempts to interfere with the order of the universe.
Chapter completed!