"Ehh, nevermind," Varian rolled his eyes and declined the call. He'd pick it up some other time.
He's busy now.
Closing his eyes and sealing all his powers except the space and time powers, he said.
"Come o—"
A glowing golden thread blasted the air as it dashed toward him like a vengeful snake.
Since all his other senses were shut down, the only thing he could rely on was the fluctuations in space between them that the golden thread passed through.
But to confuse him, there were more than a dozen such golden threads blasting in random directions before suddenly taking a turn at him.
This was where the time power came in.
The time sense wasn't outrageous enough to show him the future but it gave him a very strong intuition. It's roughly the sixth sense but with its own flaws.
Rather than showing him a definite future, the time sense instinctively made him aware of the probabilities.