The Reality Anchor had one charge left. One ticket to the past.
Arden stood in the center of the dark tunnel in Sector 7, the device humming in her hand. It felt heavy, not with weight, but with consequence. The last time she had messed with time, she had created an empire of ice. This time, she intended to burn it all down.
"Are we sure about this?" Jian asked. He was re-checking his gear for the third time, a nervous habit he had picked up in the Mirrorverse. "Going back to before the Awakening? We're talking about erasing everything we know. The war. The victory. Us."
"Not us," Kael said, stepping up beside Arden. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "We're the anomaly. We're the glitch in the system. If Arden changes the past, we might be the only ones who remember the future."
"Or we might just vanish," Olli pointed out unhelpfully. "Poof. Never born."
