The air in the abandoned observatory crackled with an electric hum, a sound that grated against Zayn’s very bones. It wasn't just the residual energy from Elias's abrupt departure; it was the suffocating weight of an impossible presence. The sky above, visible through the cracked dome, wasn't merely churning—it was unraveling. Streaks of starlight elongated into cosmic scars, and the distant, familiar constellations twisted into geometries that defied human comprehension.
"They're here," Zayn breathed, his voice barely a whisper against the rising crescendo of temporal distortion. His Fate Reversal System on his wrist pulsed wildly, vibrating with an intensity that bordered on pain, its warnings now a frantic, unreadable stream of code. Temporal Integrity Compromised. Imminent Watcher Man
