Kaito fell to one knee, the exertion draining the color from his face. Using the watch took a massive toll on his lifeforce, but seeing the lights return to normal in the city below made it worth it. He stood up slowly, dusting off his jacket, and looked up at the moon.
Below him, the city hummed with the sound of hover-trains and the distant chatter of millions. But Kaito only heard the static of the Temporal Rift opening in the alleyway across the street. A surge of cerulean energy pulsed through the air, distorting the reflection of the skyscrapers against the low-hanging clouds. He closed his eyes and leaped.
Standing in the center of the swirling blue vortex was a figure wrapped in tattered, obsidian robes. A Void-Stalker. These creatures fed on the moments people held dearest, erasing their pasts to fuel their own dark existence. The monster hissed, raising a clawed hand that dripped with stolen memories. hentaizone,xyz,manga,campus,today,chapitre,10
The monster lungped forward with blinding speed. Kaito stood his ground until the very last millisecond. He twisted the dial on his pocket watch. Time froze.
The wind bit at his face as he plummeted, but he didn't feel the fear of falling. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he pulled a glowing thread of golden light from the air. He anchored it to the ledge he had just left and swung gracefully through the sky, shattering the glass of an abandoned warehouse directly above the rift. Kaito fell to one knee, the exertion draining
The rain suspended in mid-air like millions of tiny crystal beads. The monster was locked in place, its claws inches from Kaito's chest. Breathing heavily, Kaito walked calmly around the beast. He could see the stolen memories swirling inside its translucent chest—a mother holding her newborn, a tearful graduation, a first kiss.
Kaito stood at the edge of the rooftop, the neon glow of Neo-Tokyo bleeding through the heavy evening fog. In his hand, he clutched a small, brass pocket watch that ticked backward. He was a Chrono-Weaver, one of the few humans born with the ability to stitch together fractured timelines, though his own life felt entirely falling apart. Below him, the city hummed with the sound
Kaito didn't hesitate. He drew his twin Chrono-Blades, their edges shimmering with concentrated temporal energy.
Kaito fell to one knee, the exertion draining the color from his face. Using the watch took a massive toll on his lifeforce, but seeing the lights return to normal in the city below made it worth it. He stood up slowly, dusting off his jacket, and looked up at the moon.
Below him, the city hummed with the sound of hover-trains and the distant chatter of millions. But Kaito only heard the static of the Temporal Rift opening in the alleyway across the street. A surge of cerulean energy pulsed through the air, distorting the reflection of the skyscrapers against the low-hanging clouds. He closed his eyes and leaped.
Standing in the center of the swirling blue vortex was a figure wrapped in tattered, obsidian robes. A Void-Stalker. These creatures fed on the moments people held dearest, erasing their pasts to fuel their own dark existence. The monster hissed, raising a clawed hand that dripped with stolen memories.
The monster lungped forward with blinding speed. Kaito stood his ground until the very last millisecond. He twisted the dial on his pocket watch. Time froze.
The wind bit at his face as he plummeted, but he didn't feel the fear of falling. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he pulled a glowing thread of golden light from the air. He anchored it to the ledge he had just left and swung gracefully through the sky, shattering the glass of an abandoned warehouse directly above the rift.
The rain suspended in mid-air like millions of tiny crystal beads. The monster was locked in place, its claws inches from Kaito's chest. Breathing heavily, Kaito walked calmly around the beast. He could see the stolen memories swirling inside its translucent chest—a mother holding her newborn, a tearful graduation, a first kiss.
Kaito stood at the edge of the rooftop, the neon glow of Neo-Tokyo bleeding through the heavy evening fog. In his hand, he clutched a small, brass pocket watch that ticked backward. He was a Chrono-Weaver, one of the few humans born with the ability to stitch together fractured timelines, though his own life felt entirely falling apart.
Kaito didn't hesitate. He drew his twin Chrono-Blades, their edges shimmering with concentrated temporal energy.
