Dark Craft

He spat out blood and brought out his pendant and unlocked the cover. He stared at the image engraved within. It was the picture of the Master Path, who was the Dao of Time.

The man in the picture had a keen smile on his face, but the one holding the picture was in a state of emergency. His skin cracked as blood spilled everywhere. 

"Is it restarting?"

His heart raced, his chest moved up and down in anticipation. The Master Path had promised him a second chance to save his universe in exchange for his own soul however it wasn't said whether the process would be successful or not. He took it as a gamble. He prayed that he got that second chance even if it was for a brief moment. He waited for it to work.