The skyline of Skylance City gleamed under the pale morning sun, its glass towers and steel spires piercing the sky in perfect symmetry. But in the blink of an eye, the world trembled—as if existence itself stuttered, hesitated, and then fractured.

  Aurora was rewriting reality.

  Alastor stood at the edge of a rooftop, staring in disbelief as the city warped before his eyes, pieces of it stretching, bending, and folding into impossible shapes. Skylance's towering structures shimmered, skyscrapers flickering between states—some decayed and ruined, others freshly built, glimmering with new, untouchable technology. Streets appeared and vanished. Entire buildings dissolved into thin air, replaced by unfamiliar monuments that looked like relics of an alternate future—or a different past.

  Aurora was using the Eye of Ra, and her mastery over the relic was growing faster than Alastor had feared. Time had no meaning to her anymore. Every moment she rewrote the world was a ripple in reality, and those ripples were spreading—unstable, dangerous, threatening to tear the fabric of existence apart.

  Selene stepped up beside Alastor, her gaze locked on the shifting skyline. Her eyes were hard, but even she couldn’t hide her unease. "She’s not just playing with time," Selene muttered. "She’s creating new realities—entire loops running in parallel."

  Alastor’s mind churned, piecing together the consequences of Aurora’s actions. Every loop she created was another fracture in the delicate balance of the world. The loops didn’t just exist—they collided. Parallel versions of the same people, the same events, began to bleed into one another, causing chaos on a global scale.

  "You think she’s doing this on purpose?" Selene asked, watching as a row of skyscrapers flickered out of existence, only to be replaced a second later by towering pyramids made of glass and steel. The skyline twisted in impossible ways, as if someone had taken history itself and folded it into a maze.

  Alastor’s jaw tightened. "Of course she is. Aurora thrives on chaos."

  Aurora wasn’t content to destroy the Pyramid—she wanted something more. She wanted to build a world where she controlled everything—every timeline, every possibility, every version of reality. And with the Eye of Ra in her hands, she was well on her way to doing just that. No rules. No consequences. Just endless power.

  Alastor clenched his fists, the buzzing of the scarab beneath his skin growing louder, feeding off the destabilizing energy swirling through the city. He knew what was coming. The loops Aurora was creating weren’t just alternate realities—they were cracks in the foundation of time itself. And if the cracks spread too far, the entire structure would collapse.

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  Aurora’s voice echoed in his mind, sharp and taunting:

  "You think you understand the loop? You don’t know anything, Alastor."

  Selene’s neural interface flickered as her systems struggled to keep up with the changes unfolding in real time. "We need to shut this down. Fast," she muttered. "If we don’t, reality won’t survive the day. The timelines will eat each other alive."

  Alastor scanned the city, his mind working faster than ever. Aurora was somewhere in this chaos, moving through her parallel loops like a ghost, rewriting events and bending the flow of time to her whim. She had become a god, and the rules of the world no longer applied to her.

  And yet... the Eye of Ra wasn’t invincible. Alastor knew that every power, no matter how overwhelming, had a cost. The Eye was powerful, but unstable. If Aurora pushed it too far—if she tried to manipulate too many realities at once—it would begin to collapse under its own weight.

  And that would be their only chance to stop her.

  Selene narrowed her eyes, watching as cars flickered in and out of existence on the streets below, appearing and vanishing like shadows in a dream. People wandered in confusion, trapped in versions of themselves that didn’t belong to this reality. Some flickered between timelines—one moment alive, the next dead, and then alive again, stuck in an endless loop of uncertainty.

  "This can’t hold for long," Selene muttered. "The Eye is unraveling everything. If we don’t stop her soon, there won’t be anything left to save."

  Alastor nodded, his expression grim. He knew what they were up against. Aurora had always thrived in chaos—now, with the power of the Eye, she was unstoppable. She could create a thousand futures, destroy a thousand more—and still have time to laugh about it.

  But Alastor wasn’t going to let her win.

  "We’ll find her," he said quietly, his gaze locked on the twisting skyline. "And when we do, we’ll take the Eye back."

  Selene scoffed, though there was a flicker of something like approval in her eyes. "You always make it sound so simple."

  "It’s not simple," Alastor muttered. "But it’s necessary."

  The scarab beneath his skin buzzed again, sensing the fractures in time growing wider, more dangerous. If they didn’t act soon, the loops Aurora had created would collapse into each other, destroying everything in their wake.

  He exhaled slowly, forcing himself to focus. He had spent lifetimes inside the loop, dying and being reborn, searching for a way out. He had faced trials, betrayals, and impossible choices—and now, it all came down to this.

  Aurora was out there, somewhere in the maze of timelines she had created, rewriting the rules of existence with every step she took. She had become the ultimate threat—the master of time and chaos.

  But Alastor still had the Codex of Eternity, and with it, a chance. The same knowledge that had guided him through every loop would now show him how to unravel the world Aurora was trying to build.

  Reality flickered again, and Skylance City twisted like a mirage, skyscrapers bending into spirals, streets folding over themselves like origami. Entire districts vanished and reappeared in new shapes, as though someone were shuffling the pieces of a puzzle that could never be solved.

  Alastor’s heart pounded, his mind racing. Aurora had the Eye—but the war wasn’t over. Not yet.

  "Let’s move," he said, turning to Selene. "We find her. We stop her. Before she tears everything apart."

  Selene gave a sharp nod, her blade glinting in the shifting light. "Lead the way, Creed."