The queen hovered in front of them, her glowing form flickering with fatigue and urgency. Every second that passed weighed heavily in the air around the tomb. The wind had died. The silence had thickened. And her eyes—once clear and regal—now trembled with a mix of desperation and hope.
"We have to do something," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, yet sharp enough to slice through the growing anxiety among them. "We have to alter the timeline."
Jason blinked. "Alter the—what?"
Marcus stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "You mean go back in time? You think that's even possible?"
The queen didn't hesitate. "The tomb... it is unlike any place you've ever known. Time here doesn't flow as it should. It loops, fractures, echoes... In some places, it's paper-thin. If we act fast, we can send someone back."
Sophia took a cautious step toward her. "Back enough for what? What do you want us to change?"
