The Eidolon hummed with restless energy as Seojun stared at the glowing memory-core in his hands. The weight of the Architect's warning pressed heavily on him. Vael'Tharan was no longer just a distant threat — he was actively shaping their fate.
Nova approached, her expression grim but determined. "If Vael'Tharan is rewriting timelines, then every moment we waste could be lost forever."
Seojun nodded, activating the core. A holographic projection burst forth — swirling constellations, timelines folding and unraveling like ribbons in the void.
"We need to understand how to unlock the Seed's full potential," Seojun said. "This memory-core holds the key, but we don't have much time."
Suddenly, the ship's sensors blared — an incoming transmission.
A distorted, chilling voice crackled through the comms: "Seojun… I see your efforts. Futile. The future belongs to order. To control. Join me, or be erased."
The crew tensed. Vael'Tharan's reach was closer than they thought.
Seojun's grip tightened. "We won't surrender."
Nova glanced at the crew, rallying them. "Prepare for temporal countermeasures. If he wants a war of timelines, we'll give him one."
As the Eidolon shifted course toward a mysterious rift in space-time — a place the memory-core indicated as a nexus of power — Seojun's mind raced.
The battle ahead was not just for survival. It was for the very essence of free will itself.
And time was fracturing.