Emery swiftly returned to the memory crystals, selecting the records that mentioned temporal anomalies. As he delved deeper into the ancient knowledge, the scattered pieces of theory began to align. The signs were there—this place wasn't just sealed away from space but also displaced in time.
By now, the rest of the group had begun to grasp the severity of the situation. Soltz paced erratically, panic rising in his voice, while Rosin Karat, the supreme magus, remained composed as ever.
"There is nothing we can do right now," he said calmly. "Let's wait until the storm passes to confirm it."
Even with VIA's analytical help, Emery found no concrete solution. All the available records were mere conjectures, half-finished thoughts from ancient minds who had never escaped. Still, one hope lingered: if Vayarel and Talaro could perfect their coordination, they might tear through the veil of this prison.
