Part II: The Healer’s Gift

“I know,” Alaric interrupted, his gaze never leaving the clock. “But what I’m about to test may have consequences beyond even the council’s understanding. If this works…”

The next day, the council convened again. High Keeper Seraphine called the meeting to order. “Alaric, the Keeper of the Temporal Veil has visited you, has she not?” she asked, her eyes probing.

On this particular evening, the rain hammered against the cracked windowpanes, and the world outside seemed to slow, as if the sky itself were holding its breath. Alaric's hands moved with a practiced grace, his fingertips dusted with a fine powder of powdered quartz and ground steel, each motion precise, each component placed with reverent intention. He was assembling a mechanism unlike any he had ever attempted—a clock that would not merely count time, but would, in a limited fashion, allow its keeper to step outside the linear flow of moments.

“Do you wish to see the consequences of unchecked use?” she asked, offering him the hourglass.

“Show us,” Seraphine finally said, her voice resonant. “Demonstrate the effect, if you dare.”