Chapter 96 Continental Campaign

• Three months into our continental tour, I had learned that dimensional tears were like snowflakes—no two were exactly alike, and each one required a completely different approach to stabilize. I stood at the edge of the latest fracture, a massive wound in reality that had torn through the heart of Prince Erik's capital city, turning the royal quarter into a nightmare landscape where past and future bled together in impossible ways.
• "The temporal distortion is worse than anything we've encountered," Kael observed, his corrupted arm pulsing with dark light as it responded to the dimensional chaos. "People are aging decades in hours, then reverting to children before dying of old age again."
• "It's not temporal distortion," I corrected, studying the magical patterns with eyes that had grown increasingly sensitive to dimensional energy over the past months. "It's temporal fragmentation. The past and future of this location exist simultaneously, creating loops that trap anyone caught within them."