Kaelen's presence radiated an ancient strength that seemed to ripple through the very air of the Eidolon. His armor bore the marks of countless battles, yet his eyes held a wisdom beyond ages. Seojun felt an immediate connection, as if fate itself had woven their paths together.
"We don't have much time," Kaelen said, his voice steady despite the chaos outside. "The fractures are worsening. The two factions are on the brink of unleashing a temporal cascade that could erase entire eras."
Nova interfaced with Kaelen's temporal device, a relic pulsating with energy. "If we can synchronize our technology with his, perhaps we can stabilize the fractures long enough to evacuate the affected timelines."
Seojun nodded. "What's our first move?"
Kaelen's gaze sharpened. "We must infiltrate the core battlefield. There lies the Temporal Nexus—a powerful node controlling the flow of time in this region. If it falls, so does everything."
The Eidolon adjusted course, diving through the temporal storm toward the heart of the conflict. Outside, flashes of energy and echoes of past battles blurred past the ship's windows—reminders of what was at stake.
As they neared the Temporal Nexus, Kaelen prepared his ancient blade, its edge shimmering with temporal energy. "Together, we can mend what has been broken. But we must be swift."
Seojun drew his sidearm, steadying himself. "For the timeline. For the future."
The alliance was forged—not just of men, but of time itself.