They walked through the endless white expanse of the Hall. The air shimmered faintly—like glass reflecting time itself. Every step they took echoed without sound, as though the world around them existed a few seconds out of sync.

  Leo broke the silence first, his voice hesitant.

  "Uh… Zycrist, can I ask something?"

  "You already are," she replied, her tone calm but heavy with age.

  "Then… you must know about the temporal disruptions, right?"

  "Of course I do," she answered instantly.

  Leo frowned.

  "Then why can't you fix them? You're—well—you're you. If you understand them, then you should be able to stop it."

  Zycrist didn't answer immediately. Her great wings lowered slightly, and a sigh—like the wind of centuries—escaped her throat.

  "Because I can't handle them alone anymore."

  Leo blinked.

  "What do you mean, anymore?"

  "Once," she began, her voice soft but resonant, "there were ten of us—ten Zycrist. Each one born to govern an aspect of reality itself. Space, Time, Cause, Effect, Memory, Soul, Destiny… and others even I have forgotten. Together, we kept the threads of the Multiversal timelines from tearing apart."

  Her eyes dimmed, golden light fading slightly.

  "But now, only three of us remain. The others vanished—some destroyed, some fallen asleep, and some…" she paused, "some chose to forget they ever existed."

  Leo's eyes widened. "Forget? You mean… they abandoned their own existence?"

  "Perhaps. Or perhaps something made them forget. I can't know anymore." Zycrist turned her gaze upward, where faint strands of light crossed above them like webs of glass. "Each Zycrist sustains a fraction of temporal and spatial order. With only three of us left, the balance trembles. I can delay the collapse… but not stop it."

  Aurelius finally spoke, his tone softer than before.

  "Then how do we fix it?"

  Zycrist looked at both of them—the Khronokai burdened by time, and the mortal carrying stolen power. Her voice became steady again, ancient but resolute.

  "You can't repair time by force. You must stabilize it—anchor it to something constant, something real. A soul strong enough to bear the weight of every moment lost."

  Leo tilted his head. "You mean like… a vessel?"

  "Exactly. A vessel born of paradox," she said. "One who exists both within and outside time's law. Someone who can see the forgotten and remember what never was."

  Her golden gaze lingered on Leo.

  "You, boy—your soul already touches every echo that time has lost. That is why the disruptions follow you. You are not their victim…"

  She lowered her head until her eyes were level with his.

  "…you are their center."

  The Hall fell into silence again, the faint threads above them pulsing like a heartbeat.

  Leo's throat tightened. "So what you're saying is… to fix this, I have to become that vessel? Even though Aurelius is a khronokai and he also said that you exits inside and outside or time."

  Zycrist nodded once, the light around her scales flickering faintly.

  "Yes. The world bends around your echoes. If you refuse, the collapse will continue—until every memory, every life gets erased."

  Leo stared at the radiant dragon before him.

  "Why me?"

  His voice cracked through the silence. "Out of everyone—why not him?"

  He pointed at Aurelius, who stood nearby with folded arms, his silver armor gleaming faintly under the realm's eternal glow.

  "He's a Khronokai, isn't he? He looks like someone who should fix… whatever this is!"

  Zycrist turned slightly, her golden eyes sweeping between the two of them.

  "Aurelius is a guardian. His kind stands just to protect our existence, not to mend. Khronokai are the shields of Zycrist, They have nothing to do with time."

  Leo turned to Aurelius. "And you was saying you can't do this alone," he said, his voice heavy with mockery.

  "More like you just needed a pawn, right?"

  Aureliues didn't replied. He don't need to.

  Leo eye brows frowned he turns back to Zycrist.

  "Then you're saying he can't do anything about it?"

  Aurelius exhaled, his voice deep, calm, and ancient.

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  "Our purpose is to ensure that no being disrupts the Zycrist's balance. We are born to defend, not to heal. Even I cannot touch the flow she commands."

  Zycrist nodded softly.

  "Exactly. The Khronokai preserve what is. The Zycrist guide what becomes."

  Leo clenched his fists. His gaze was on the white void ground, he asked "And What can I even do?"

  Zycrist's gaze sharpened. For a brief moment, the light around them dimmed.

  "You carry Void Reclaim right?"

  Leo's eyes widened. "Huh? How do you even know that? That's supposed to be sealed—it doesn't even work anymore! Same with Echoes of Forgotten. They both just… stopped."

  Zycrist's laughter was low and distant, like a storm whispering through a dying sun.

  "I was the one who stopped it."

  A flicker of violet energy coiled through the air, twisting around her form like a living shadow.

  "Void Reclaim and yeah same for your Echoes of Forgotten which is evolved now into god sight these two are not mortal gifts kid—it's neither a curse nor a blessing. It's actually part of orders."

  Leo eyes frowned and he asked "Orders?"

  Zycrist began swirling around Leo, her tone was cunning and mysterious "Actually these skills of yours are part of orders. There are total ten skills and together they are called order. But still you can say even those ten skills are order's themselves. I called them skills so you can understand it and orders are actually destroyers of every concept even divine blessings are ineffective against them. But they are only bestowed on those who are capable of fulfilling the requirements of Order's Mark. That mark could appear anywhere on your body and, once it appear on your body, you will feel the immense power of the Order's."

  Leo narrowed his eyes, pacing as he tried to process the information. He placed a finger on his chin. "So, Orders are ten absolute skills given only when a Mark of Order appears. These skills are part of that set of order or we can also say that these are orders themselves... but I don't have a mark so.... Why do I have them?"

  Zycrist wasn't far, yet it wasn't close—the moment Leo finish his words. In the blink of an eye, the distance vanished, and he found himself staring directly into the Zycrist eyes. It was so sudden as the Zycrist was waiting for this moment.

  Leo’s eyes widened, and he recoiled in fright. "Hey! Don’t startle me like that!"

  Zycrist stared back. Being a dragon, she could not smile, yet she radiated a predatory amusement that no human could fully grasp. "Didn't you realize?" she asked, a playful yet eerie laugh coloring her tone.

  "You don't have the mark, yet you have the skills."

  "You don't have that mark yet you have those skills?"

  Leo slowly, slowly taking his steps back while his thoughts were focus on something else. 'That damn goddess give me such weird ass skills. And because of her I am stuck here?'

  His mind burned with resentment. He wanted to demand why she had burdened him with such a troublesome power.

  Leo stop taking step back and then he finally replied "I'm just confuse as you.. alright? So I can't answer your any questions or doubts. In fact, you should be the one answering my questions. And what's the point of telling me all this?"

  Zycrist's voice suddenly softened, almost motherly.

  Zycrist’s voice suddenly softened, sounding almost motherly. "I am telling you because a mistake has been made by the Laws. It happens, especially when the others of my kind fail to maintain the balance. But since this skill is already yours, why not use it to save everything? In exchange for your help, I’ll unseal your power."

  She then again began floating here and there.

  "....But you also have to promise me that you better don't tell anyone about this skill and also don't use it in a wrong way."

  Leo replied almost aggressively.

  "..Uhh so you're telling me that I have to be protector of this world?"

  She replied instantly "Yeah but just for now. And then you can go on your way and do what you want. It will be your choice and no one is gonna force you."

  Leo sighed "Alright, I'll help you but first..." His voice lowered.

  "...What about Echoes of Forgotten?!"

  Her gaze drifted toward him again, her tone turning steady, deliberate.

  "Oh as for your Echoes of Forgotten—it did not fade. It evolved."

  Leo blinked. "Evolved?"

  "Its new name… is God's Sight."

  She raised one claw, and the white void around them rippled into endless mirrors—each one showing a different version of Leo.

  One standing in a city of glass.

  Another surrounded by corpses.

  Another crowned, eyes hollow with power.

  "Once, your skill let you hear what was. Now, you glimpse what could be. God's Sight lets you see across all possibilities itself in short you can see future but can not predict because there would be infinite possibilities and it depends on you which one you want to follow. And it's same for past you will witness infinite past with different scenarios."

  Leo stared into the mirrors, overwhelmed by the shifting versions of himself. "That's… too much."

  "It is incomplete," Zycrist replied calmly. "Until you learn to control it.... Or master it, it will show you everything—More like you will witness the perfect future, perfect past and perfect present.

  "Leo muttered, his eyes wide "That's..... quite broken."

  She spread her wings, and the fractured space beneath them revealed countless rifts—gaping holes where entire worlds blinked in and out of existence.

  "So These are Temporal Disruptions. When the flow of time collapses, worlds lose their past and future. They become echoes—places without purpose."

  Leo swallowed hard. "So how do we fix it?"

  Zycrist looked at him solemnly.

  "Normally, my kind would. But only three of us remain, and I am the last one still guarding the temporal core. The others… have forgotten their purpose, drifting in their own worlds. I cannot mend the realms alone."

  She lowered her head toward Leo, her golden eyes glowing brighter.

  "That is where you come in. You will become my Conduit."

  Leo blinked. "Your what?"

  "A Conduit of Restoration. Someone who can absorb the unstable temporal fragments and erase their corruption using Void Reclaim—without erasing the existence itself."

  Leo eyes frowned and he raise his finger "But you said it devours existence itself?"

  Zycrist for a moment stares at Leo for his this unusual question and then she shifted her gaze toward Aurelius and replied.

  "You better don't do that or you will become my first human slave. Because my Khronokai slave is just useless"

  The moment she said this Leo burst out laughing even though he was doing his best to control his laugh but he was not able to.

  And watching Leo laugh Aurelius also realize that this joke was about him.

  Aurelius drew his sword back and start coming close to Zycrist slowly.

  "Hey, hey why did you call me a slave."

  Zycrist start laughing either her voice echoed in her endless realm "Oh come on were just joking Aurelius."

  Then after a minute later she control's her laugh and by using her giant tail she patted on Leo's back to stop his laugh either. After controlling their laughs they came back to main matter.

  "So um in short You will devour the damage, not the world." Zycrist said.

  Leo nodded "Ok I understand somewhat."

  "And yet necessary," Zycrist said softly. "Your Void will cleanse what my light cannot. Together—"

  Aurelius stepped forward, his expression grim.

  "Zycrist, this path is too heavy for a mortal soul."

  "It is," she replied. "But his soul is no longer bound by mortality."

  Her gaze returned to Leo.

  "You asked, 'Why me?' The answer is simple. It is because of your fate and your skills. If you had never possessed them, we would never have brought you here."

  Leo's breath caught in his throat. "So I'm supposed to… what? Eat broken time?"

  "Yes," she said simply. "Consume the corruption, not the cause. Erase the fracture, not the flow. You are the bridge between the lost and the yet-to-be."

  For a long moment, silence hung over them—only the hum of shattered timelines filling the air.

  Leo finally spoke, quietly.

  "And if I fail?"

  Zycrist's expression didn't change, but her voice trembled with quiet truth.

  "Then everything that ever was… will forget that it ever existed."