The unusual encounter with her alternate self and the dark figure left Avery disturbed. She couldn't shake the idea that everything had altered again, that the stability she thought she could control was slipping away. She had just caught her breath when a new notification arrived that made her blood run cold: artifact stolen from the Blackthorn Vault.
Her heart fell. She understood the thing they were guarding wasn't just any relic, but a powerful object capable of influencing time itself. If it falls into the wrong hands, it has the potential to devastate their international. She clinched her teeth, the realization sinking in: she might want to cross after it. This would not be an everyday task. She is preparing to commit a theft in uncharted area.
Avery noticed Lucas standing in the essential hall, his countenance bleak. The news had spread quickly among the few who knew the artifact's true power, and the burden of responsibility weighed heavy on both of them.
