Epilogue: A New Start

Epilogue: A New Start

Time had come and gone since the largest victory from the Temporal Division to date over the Syndicate. Life within was quiet. It had settled down into cautious rhythm, but Eli Voss knew it couldn't last. Perhaps the crippling blow had been truly dealt with, but time itself wasn't fully safe.

Eli stood amidst the quiet hum of the Beacon Room, watching the shimmer of the artifact powering the Division's work: the Temporal Beacon. The Temporal Beacon had grown to be so much more than a mere tool; it was a beacon for everything they had fought for. He reached out to trace the edges of its glowing core as a voice interrupted his thoughts.

Still staring at that thing?" Samara Kade's familiar tone carried a mix of teasing and affection as she walked up beside him, arms crossed, her sharp gaze softened by a rare smile.

"Just thinking," Eli replied. "About what comes next."

Samara raised an eyebrow. "I thought we agreed to enjoy the peace while it lasts.

"I don't think peace is in our job description." Eli turned to her, a slight smirk on his face. "Besides, the past has a way of catching up with us."

Before Samara could reply, the alarm of the room began to ring out, a sharp and urgent noise that filled the corridors. The Temporal Beacon was pulsating wildly, sending streaks of light around it in chaotic patterns.

Samara's smile vanished. "What the hell is that?"

A technician rushed into the room, breathless and pale. "We're detecting a ripple. but it's unlike anything we've seen before. It's. it's coming from the future."

Eli's heart skipped. The future? Their missions had always been about protecting history, about maintaining the integrity of events already written. The future was uncharted territory—fragile, unpredictable, and infinitely dangerous.

Samara was all business. "Get me a full analysis. I want to know the source, the scope, and the potential damage."

The technician nodded and disappeared.

Eli stared at the Beacon, his mind reeling. If the Syndicate had survived, was it possible they'd transitioned their operations to the future? Or was this something new, a threat they hadn't even considered?

Graves and the others were there in a moment, called in by the alarm. The furrows on their brows said they were worried, but beneath that, a will to steel themselves for battle was forged.

"What is the situation?" Graves asked.

Eli turned to face his team. "The future is sending ripples back to us. We don't know how or why, but we're going to find out."

Samara nodded, her eyes locking onto his. "This changes everything."

Eli felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. For the first time, they weren't just guardians of the past—they were protectors of the future, stepping into the unknown.

As the Temporal Beacon's light steadied, Eli's resolve solidified. Whatever lay ahead, they would face it