The Watchmaker's Will"
In the far corner of the greenhouse, a thick tropical jungle from ten thousand years ago momentarily materialized, its giant prehistoric ferns brushing against the iron support beams, before snapping into a bleak, futuristic cityscape where snow fell upward.
"Anaya, don't listen to him!" Kabir roared. He was on his knees, his hands pressed hard against the floor tiles to resist the shifting gravity. His vintage kinetic revolver was smoking heavily, its internal mechanisms glowing white-hot from the chronological feedback. "The Koti vault is still holding our baseline! Vikram is keeping us anchored! If you let go now, Alistair resets the clock and wipes everything we remember!"