Chapter 10: The Causality Bomb

When the gear-shaped light in young Roger's eyes suddenly went out,thirteen tolls of the funeral bell rang from the Council's clock tower.I dragged him into the hayloft in the stable,where Lila was weaving a miniature temporal core out of straw—identical to the token of love she had given me three hundred years ago.

"Brother's pocket watch is four minutes fast,"she said,inserting the straw core into the interface behind Roger's ear.The entire stable suddenly filled with the scent of dragon's tongue wine.The moment the Council's mechanical hounds crashed through the wooden door,the purple light that burst from Roger's pupils caused them to short-circuit collectively.

I lifted the hidden compartment under the feeding trough,where my mother's experimental log was steaming hot.On the yellowed parchment,her elegant handwriting suddenly twisted into Lila's script:"Do not trust anyone who has lived through three cycles of reincarnation."

The screams of the pursuers came from the threshing floor.As we rushed out,we saw our adult selves slaughtering the Council's guards.Future me had a star chart embedded in my left eye,and the blade of time I threw backward pinned Lila's clone to the windmill.

"The worm of causality,"Future Lila's voice was laced with mechanical noise as she waved her hand to summon a gear storm,"you should not have awakened the sleeping..."

Young Roger suddenly broke free from my grip.He lunged at his future self's shattered mechanical body,tearing at the energy cables with his baby teeth.As the temporal chaos began to tear at reality,I caught a glimpse of our dying mother in the Council's dungeon—her mechanical arm was etching our current conversation into the ground.

"Close your eyes!"I covered little Lila's golden eyes and detonated the sands of time hidden in the stable.In the blinding light,all of us across the timelines turned our heads simultaneously.Under the gaze of six hundred pairs of Godslayer eyes,the Council's castle crumbled to pieces.When the dust settled,we stood on the ruins of the auction house twenty years later,with our younger selves,who had just traveled through time,lying at our feet.

Lila picked up the charred bidding paddle and chuckled,"It's time to reel in the net."The Godslayer mark on her neck suddenly cracked open,dropping a miniature hourglass—inside it were sealed the Council's dirtiest secret transactions.