In theory, temporal magic was simple: by understanding the cyclical nature of cause and effect, and anchoring oneself outside the normal stream of time, one could delay, accelerate, or even rewind the fabric of reality.
But in practice, the manipulation of time was anything but simple. Time was not a river—it was a tapestry, woven with threads of countless lives, choices, and energies. Tugging on a single moment risked unraveling dozens more. A temporal magus needed not only immense magical control, but also an intuitive grasp of paradox, probability, and resonance. Every spell cast was a gamble against fate itself. A second gained might cost a lifetime elsewhere; a delay in battle could ripple across futures unseen. Only those with an unwavering mind and a soul attuned beyond the present could hope to wield such power without being consumed by it.
Emery had become one of those rare few.
[Temporal Binding]
