"You have to do something about this attack," the clone said urgently, his voice already fading. "If you do not, everyone dies."
The clone smiled faintly, relief flickering across his face as his body began to dissolve into particles of light and shadow.
"I have done all I can."
Then he vanished completely.
Time surged forward again.
The pause shattered.
The battle resumed.
Max stood frozen for a single heartbeat, the flood of futures forced into his mind still echoing violently in his thoughts, before his gaze snapped back to Mark as time resumed its merciless flow. The catastrophic attack was already in motion, its existence pressing down on reality itself, and Max could feel it approaching not as an object but as an unavoidable conclusion.
"I have to stop this," Max muttered as his fingers tightened around his sword until his knuckles went white.
