The aftermath of the battle left the air thick with tension and the faint hum of temporal energy still lingering. Though the Locus had been defeated, its destruction rippled through the fabric of time, awakening echoes of forgotten memories.
As the team gathered to catch their breath, Lysara's eyes widened. "The timeline… it's not stable yet. Fragments of the past are bleeding into the present."
Nova frowned, examining her device's readings. "I'm detecting anomalies—visions of events long erased, people who should no longer exist."
Kaelen clenched his fists. "We need to find the source of these echoes before they tear reality apart."
Seojun nodded, drawing his dagger once more. "Then let's move. Time isn't just our battleground—it's our enemy now."
Together, they stepped into the shimmering veil of temporal distortion, ready to chase down the ghosts of history before the present unraveled completely.