His perception rippled across a third of the Underverse, shackled by the flesh he wore, but the structure of the Underverse could be seen as pure, so he could see everything….understand everything… manipulate everything.
Aware that he was wasting precious time even though barely a fraction of a moment had gone by, he withdrew his perception to a few thousand miles and focused on the Archmages here… Weird, he had never killed one before, and he was amused that the first battle he would be having with a Mage would be in these circumstances.
Rowan Will was like a fishing line that he sent along the stream of time and he hooked the future of the Berserker Clone he wanted and he began to drag it back in time.
There were only six people here he could not read their past and manipulate their future.
It was Andar and the six Archmages here,