Back in the present, Elyndra, along with Alera, Sophia, berkeley, and Silver, followed Dennis and Kira into DeVante Technologies.They were here for one reason. Draven.He had been trapped in the past for far too long, and the scientists at DeVante Technologies were tirelessly working on a way to bring him back.The women already knew Draven came from a powerful family. They knew his father owned DeVante Technologies.They knew his family was very wealthy, but none of that mattered to them, because to them, Draven was simply the heir to a powerful Singaporean business empire.They were about to learn just how wrong they were. As soon as they entered the building, everyone fell silent. It was massive, able bodied men filled the lobby.Some of them were armed with advanced weapons, while others stood beside scanners and locked doors. There were scientists everywhere.Some walked quickly while clutching tablets in their hands. Others stood around strange looking machines that the women c

The doors closed behind him, and nobody spoke. Alera looked at Dennis. “Who is Matthew?”Dennis remained silent. His mind was occupied by several thoughts and possibilities. Kira walked toward him, “not here," she said calmly, easing the worried Dennis.Dennis looked at her, and she nodded toward the women.“They deserve to know.”Dennis looked at the portal. Then he nodded.“Let's go.”Kira led everyone into a nearby room. The door closed behind them. Dennis sat down while the women stood around the room.Alera was the first to speak. “Who is Matthew?”Kira looked at her.“Matthew is someone we've been dealing with for a long time.”Sophia frowned. "Then why haven't Draven mention anything about him all this time?"Kira took a deep breath, releasing the weight of everything, then spoke. “Because we didn't want anyone to know, and Draven probably had his reasons.”Silver crossed her arms. “B-but still," she said to herself in a grumbling manner, although it was loud enough for everyon

The printer started working, one page came out. Then another, I collected them and placed them into a folder, everything important piece. I looked through the papers. These documents were more valuable than money. They could explain why Haland had been hiding so much, and they could explain why the project had been protected. They could explain why people were moving billions through different accounts. And they could explain why I had become connected to all of this. Sophia looked at me. “You're taking those with you?” I nodded. “I have to.” “Back to your timeline?” “Yes.” Alera looked at me. “You really think these can help you?” “They can.” I closed the folder. “If I go back, I need something that proves what happened here.” Sophia nodded. Alera looked at the computer. “There are still more files.” I looked at her. “Can you access them?” “Some of them.” “Then keep searching.” She nodded. I looked at the folder in my hands. For a long time, I had been trying to u

Draven and the time guardian walked out of Elyndra’s house into the open field beside her house. It was now or never. He braced himself, running his arms together. After everything he had uncovered, sacrifice, pain, and loss he had made. He couldn’t afford to hesitate. The time wheeler turned to Draven, with eyes that could see even beyond the ordinary. Monsters. Many of them. In different sorts. He could see them gather Draven, but they couldn’t enter this dimension. The past dimension. He had made sure to seal their dimension shot during the last attack of the monster. He knew it was just a matter of time before they flooded the city if their portal widened. 15 DC. He remembered vividly, like the back of his palm. The war that broke every dimension and everyone saw themselves in all realms. He could have sworn it was the end of the universe.All thanks to the Creator who stepped in. To end the war. He raised his hands, gathering waves from the air, rolling his hands together

I looked at my arms; I was covered in bruises, dust, and torn clothes. A loud collective collective gasp filled the room. The tension in the room was as thick as fog; it could cut through a wall. For a moment no one moved. Then the murmurs came. “What!” “How did he come through?” “Omg!!” The first person, my father, got up. He slowly limped towards me until he got to closer and could see me clearly. A loud gasp left his lips as his lips parted. “H-How? My son?” That was what it took for the tears I was holding onto to fall all over my face. “Yes, Father. It is me, Drave—“ He jumped into my arms, wrapping his arms around me tightly. “Oh, my son… My son is back.” He muttered. “My son is back. My son is back, you all.” He said, louder this time. The tears that dropped from his face poured on the shoulder. He squeezed his arms around me tightly. “My son is back!” He screamed, tears of joy falling on his cheeks freely. “Yes, I am, Father.” A collective round o