Chapter 49 Temporal Chains

• The weight of the entity's revelation settled over me like a burial shroud. Through the swirling temporal vortices, I could see my companions watching with growing alarm as the containment field continued to deteriorate. Aldric's face was tight with concern, while Kael had drawn his daggers despite their uselessness against a creature of pure time.
• "Someone has to anchor the binding," I called out over the sound of reality tearing. "The original ritual requires a willing sacrifice of temporal essence."
• "What does that mean?" Lord Cassius shouted back, his military training warring with supernatural dread.