walks to the archway, pulling up
each of Rama’s shots unerringly
amount of disruption but
the relevant timelines to the dais
hits the bullseye painted at the
growing exponentially with
as he steps onto it. The sight of
center. At the same time, the little
each passing second. The
the shattered timelines hovering
cyclops just wanders through
timeline breaks off unexpectedly
so close in front of him startles
the jungle sniffing flowers,
as Rama prepares another
him, the panic in his chest flaring
returning home from a visit with
round of his Astral Barrage.
up again. But instead of letting
the harpies. The presumed scene
it take him over, paralyzing him
of the crime is undisturbed,
Rama is still practising his shots,
with fear, he uses it to fuel his
the only movement being that
but the boy now lays dead in the
determination, his mind hell
of the slightly shifting shadows
middle of the road. Everything
bent on solving both mysteries.
of leaves in the light breeze.
points to the Seventh Avatar, but
Then the timelines continue.
The first ribbon to fade is
the actual act itself is completely
a firm grip on both his anxiety
the small victim’s. A small static
obscured. Chronos fast forwards
and determination, he aligns
disrupts the fluent picture,
to his examination of the body,
the timelines, each focused on
gradually getting worse until the
scrutinizing every detail, moving
a single object. One focused
entire timeline unravels, the last
the image second by second.
on Rama, anot