"You need to help them," Rex said.
The command was simple, stripped of any pleading. It wasn't a request born of empathy; it was a statement of tactical necessity delivered with the cold certainty of a chess player pointing out an obvious move.
Apollo didn't move immediately. His mind was already racing, dissecting the problem with the ruthless efficiency of a strategist.
"My designation," Apollo said, his voice tight as he mentally ran through the complex physics of his own existence, "reverses entropy."
"Temporal rollback is a specific type of entropy; it operates on the cellular development level rather than the standard decay level."
"I am designed to mend what breaks and restore what withers, not to re-stitch the fabric of time itself."
"Yes," Rex said. His patience was absolute.
