The circle ignited as It wasn’t a clean jump. It wasn’t supposed to be. His body was torn apart on the subatomic level, recompiled through a singularity carved out of Divine Light, then forced through a reverse entropy gate that hadn’t existed until he willed it into being. The Time Rune Core, located inside his sternum, began to crack from overload. His hair instantly bleached white. Veins popped along his arms. His vision dimmed. “I never asked why he did all that...” “I never talked to him...” “...at least this way I might get to.” A white pulse detonated. All recording ceased. All servers went dead. And the last thing the world knew of David Stormbane… was silence. *********** When David fell through the timestream, he didn’t just arrive in another era—he arrived at a convergence point between realms: where the Astral Tree met the Solar Nexus. It was called the Dawnroot. It was where the first Divine Seeds were formed—fragments of pure causality grown from

The wind outside had stilled. Inside the clearing, the world felt unnaturally quiet—like it was holding its breath.David stood, hands behind his back, his white leather coat shifting in the breeze, folds catching the sunlight through the trees. Across from him, the boy knelt, blood trailing from his forehead as he slammed it into the dirt again.“Please...” Talon cried. “I want to be strong... I want to protect... Please, be my master!”David didn’t move, but something deep inside tightened—something he couldn’t name.He had no memory of this boy. No memory of the world, not even his own past. But the tone in the boy’s voice—the desperation, the grit—it pulled at something visceral.And before David’s conscious mind could decide, his body moved.His mouth opened, speaking words as if from reflex.“If you can withstand my aura pressure for thirty seconds… I’ll accept you as my student.” His voice was calm. Firm. But his thoughts, 'Aura pressure? Where did that even come from?'He blin

Five years later.....The cabin where David once cared for Talon was long gone. In its place stood a new structure, forged from obsidian wood and dusk-steel alloy—a hybrid material David couldn’t name but had instinctively crafted with his bare hands. Five years had passed as he carefully took care of Talon. David sat cross-legged inside the circular main chamber, the roof above him translucent with embedded starlight nodes. A holographic newspaper hovered mid-air, its light casting a blue sheen over his face.He read quietly as his eyes scanned the translucent panel.“Southern Defense Grid destabilized after a triple breach by a Category-9 Legion—despite triple-layer Sentinel intervention, one-third of High-Born resources were lost…”“City of Bastion under emergency lockdown following Arcane Core surge anomalies…”“Unconfirmed sightings of Temporal Echo Zones near the old Astral Rings."He looked away from the paper and down at his own hands. They were still—too still. But beneath t

Somewhere beyond the fabric of causality, past the chronostream that governs reality, lies a realm untouched by ordinary clocks or stars. The Continuum Citadel, home of the Council of Time, neither future nor past. It simply is. Formed from fractured timelines, collapsed singularities, and frozen moments, it exists in a layered braid of realities, where logic and paradox coexist. Every anomaly, every aberration that threatens the weave of time, is judged here. And before judgment comes confinement; an eternal prison cut from the ribs of collapsed universes, floating above the ruins of forgotten futures. David opened his eyes and he was lying on a flat, dark surface that felt smooth like glass but gave off a low hum, as if alive. The space around him was dim, yet not dark. Soft white light came from nowhere in particular. The walls weren’t walls, they were panels of shifting colors and faint outlines, like images playing behind frosted glass. When he sat up, his head ached slightly—n

The wind shifted gently across the battlefield as the dome of time-protection magic faded, its final strands of energy drawing back into David’s fingertips. David lowered his hand and finally said, “That’s everything.”He had told them all of it: the truth behind his disappearance, his capture by the Timeline Regulators, the seven timeless years in the Vault of Frozen Realities, the Return Equation he built inside isolation, and the moment he tore through dimensional fabric to reach the present.Master Feng, leaning slightly on his staff, took a slow breath as he processed the impossible.“…So that’s it,” he said. “Now I understand how it all happened.”His eyes turned toward the fracture still humming faintly in the sky. “We thought it was alternate Talon,” he said softly. “His Arcane signature matched. We assumed the instability came from him and the blood ritual, his resonance with the Divine System.”Feng shook his head, realization dawning. “But it wasn’t him. Not directly. The