Rigor began to move, his body jerking forward as though an unseen force controlled him.
"Huh?" he muttered, confusion blending with fear. His legs pounded the earth beneath him, each step faster than the last. He wasn't controlling this—couldn't control this. The world blurred, the distant figure of Aether fading behind him like a forgotten shadow.
"Why'd I think I could change something in a memory?" Aether's voice echoed faintly in the recesses of his mind, tinged with frustration. The realization struck hard: this was beyond his grasp, a fragment of the past where his influence held no weight.
