They had nothing to say to each other. All that could be expressed was pure rage. The behemoths stared at each other, eyes glistening with hate. The gods were never destined to know each other, yet here they are, folded over into the same dimension.

Legends say the Creator was born from Chaos. As it materialized, the Creator shaped the lords of Space and Time. It knew these reactive properties of life would destroy each other if they battled. So he sent them into their own dimensions. Space would take three, Time one. Time would govern Space, and Space the rest of the gods.

Now as the beings of Space and Time met each other, they watched one another closely. Space was slender and smooth - fluid. Time was bulky and powerful - solid.

Space moved fast. The giant slung its arm forward. A pulsing, reactive, pink crescent shot like lightning at the other being. Instantly, the tougher behomoth let out a roar. The entire area was shaken by a rippling wave. Time slowed, cooled by a blue aura. The crescent blob turned purple and froze. The god of Time formed a ball of energy and shot it, destroying the crescent wave. As it crumpled, Space itself became turbulent and collapsed, turning into nothing.

And the destruction of the world began.