Zayn felt an immediate, visceral connection to the probe through his Fate Reversal System. It was like extending his own senses, his own consciousness, into the heart of the storm. The visual feed flickered, distorted, but it was there.
The images that flooded his mind were chaotic, jarring, like shards of shattered glass. He saw worlds, countless worlds, in various states of decay. Cities crumbling into dust under skies of burning crimson, oceans boiling away, entire galaxies winking out of existence in silent, agonizing bursts of light. He saw timelines twisting into impossible knots, futures being erased, pasts being rewritten with a casual, cosmic indifference. It was a symphony of destruction, a horrifying ballet of broken realities.
"My God…" Zayn whispered, clutching his head as t
