Lyra reached the heart of the vault. A glass sphere floated above a pedestal, ticking like a heartbeat.
Below it, a dead body—a scholar with a sigil burnt into his chest.
He had tried to control time.
It had erased him.
⚠️ Class Catalyst Detected
Bonding Potential: 78%
Risk: High
🌀 Would you like to accept Class Evolution:
ROGUE → CHRONOMANCER (Initiate)
Warning: This decision is irreversible.
She didn't hesitate.
"Do it."
The sphere shattered.
Time rushed in.
⚙️ CLASS CHANGED: Chronomancer (Initiate)
🎯 Passive Unlocked: Chrono-Sense — Perceive near-future movement.
🕓 Skill Unlocked: Rewind (Rank F) — Rewind 3 seconds of personal time (30s cooldown)
🕑 Skill Unlocked: Temporal Spike (F) — Accelerate target's decay for 4s.
🎲 Skill Unlocked: Slipstream Step (F) — Blink 5 feet into your future position.
🔺 STATUS: Awakened (Phase-Aligned)
🧠 INT +2
🌀 WIL +1
💠 STAT UPDATE:
INT: 14
WIL: 11
DEX: 10
HP: 98/98
MP: 130/130
CLASS LEVEL: 3
XP to next level: 62/200
She gasped as the world slowed—no, she moved faster.
The echoes around her flickered like firelight.
She was no longer trapped in time.
She was wielding it.
The vault began to collapse. Glass shattered. Gravity shifted sideways. Reality snapped like an overdrawn bowstring.
Lyra moved with impossible grace, dashing between falling stones as if they fell in slow motion.
She reached the exit—just before it folded into itself and vanished into a grain of sand.
She fell to her knees on the library floor, coughing blood.
But smiling.
"I have to find someone who understands this," she murmured. "Someone the System doesn't already own."
She stood slowly.
Somewhere, fire was burning in the west. She could feel the shift in the weave—something new had awakened.
Something infernal.
Time and flame would soon meet.