Phir Se power 1

And above him, the energy. There were two golden discs, and something almost alive seemed to crackle between them.

[...]

“A weapon,” he said. “A… how do you Americans say it? Time bomb? Only this is joke.”

“He makes portals,” Kismet said. “Using them, he can send things back in time. Something goes in portal B, comes out of portal A a few minutes earlier. Or the other way around.”

“Or, as I discover, I make loop,” Phir Sē said. “Weaponize. Simple light, captured in one moment, redoubled many times over. I move gate, and that light will pour forth and clean.”

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“I tell you because you are ruthless, Weaver. Do not stop me,” he said. “I die, focus waver, time bomb explode. Aimless, no direction.”

“Indiscriminate,” I supplied a better word.

“Indiscriminate,” Phir Sē echoed me. “India gone. You die, even down here.”

I raised my head, staring up at the two golden discs and the current that seemed to run between them. I would have thought it would be brighter.

- Crushed 24.3