Kaelus extended his hand, and a glowing sigil appeared between them. Kallan reached out, his fingers trembling, and touched it. The chamber was flooded with light, and the world seemed to dissolve around him.
Time itself unraveled, and for a moment, Kallan saw everything—past, present, and future—folding into one. He saw Aeteris rebuilt, its skyline brighter than ever. He saw Lyra standing at the helm of an airship, her eyes filled with determination. He saw Cyrus mentoring a new generation of Time Mechanics, his gruff exterior hiding a spark of hope.
But he also saw himself, trapped within the Solstice, a shadowy figure bound to its mechanisms.
As the light faded, Lyra and Cyrus found themselves alone in the chamber. The Solstice stood silent, its glow steady and calm.
"Kallan?" Lyra whispered, stepping forward.
There was no answer.
Cyrus placed a hand on her shoulder. "He did it," he said quietly. "He saved us."
Tears streamed down Lyra's face as she stared at the Solstice. "He's not gone. He can't be."
The Solstice pulsed once, faintly, as though in response.