But Monument One was far from finished. As it flew through the desert air with impossible grace, its four arms began to work in terrifying harmony. The lightning sword crackled as it carved through the fabric of space itself, leaving wounds in reality that bled darkness. The temporal ankh spun, and suddenly every god on the battlefield found themselves moving through time at different speeds—some accelerated to hummingbird quickness, others slowed to the pace of stone.
The khopesh in its lower left hand didn't cut through air—it cut through the concept of distance itself. When it swung, the blade appeared instantly beside its targets, regardless of how far away they stood. Osiris raised his crook to block what seemed like an attack from Monument One's distant position, only to find the curved blade already pressed against his throat, having crossed the intervening space through dimensional folding.
