Professor Hargrove burst into the estate, his face set in a serious expression, his usual quirks overshadowed by urgency. Without waiting for a greeting, he strode into James's study and placed a leather-bound journal on the desk. "The artifact is gaining momentum," he declared. "Its power is intertwined with emotions—especially love. The longer Miss Blake remains, the more precarious this timeline becomes."
Amara, seated quietly in the corner, felt her face pale. "So, you're saying… I'm the issue." Hargrove's demeanor softened a bit. "You're not the issue. You're the catalyst. The artifact brought you here because of your connection with Lord Harrington. But if you stay, it could unravel the timeline completely." James slammed his palm against the desk. "There must be another solution. We can't just—" Amara interjected, her voice calm despite the tears welling in her eyes. "James… if this is the only way to save your world, then I have to go." He faced her, his expression raw with emotion. "I won't lose you, Amara. Not like this."