The hum and vibration deepened as Eccar drew his focus inward once he entered the chamber. It did not roar or surge. The power tightened, like a thread being pulled slowly from within his chest.
The runes beneath his feet responded immediately. Their glow sharpened by a fraction.
Eccar closed his eyes.
Then he realized that time power did not open like Magic. There was no familiar flow, warmth, or resistance to push against. Instead, there was distance. He feels… layers upon layers of moments stacked together, pressing softly against his awareness.
"So this is how Krono sees it," he thought. "Not forward or backward in time. But all of it… at once!"
His breath slowed. He let the thread rest against his perception without pulling it closer.
Across the chamber, Saeldir tightened his grip on his staff. The runes along its length pulsed as he synchronized his Magic with the anchors embedded in the walls.
