'I can't stop it…'
The spinning of the vortex was unstoppable, and Mo Ling could only watch as the outside world changed at a dizzying pace.
Oceans turned to land, glaciers melted, continents drifted…
Tiny sea creatures crawled from the ocean onto land, their limbs growing longer and longer until they formed unique civilizations.
They developed, waged war, developed again… until they perished, becoming nourishment for the land.
The land, scarred by war and devastation, took countless days and nights to sprout new green shoots. In the blink of an eye, they grew into towering trees, only to be felled in an instant by a nascent race and forged into weapons.
And so, the cycle of war and extinction repeated.
Outside the vortex of time, the cycle of life seemed utterly insignificant.
Civilizations that proclaimed themselves advanced and mighty struggled, only to turn to dust.
From birth to extinction, it was all over in the blink of an eye.
The vortex spun faster and faster…
