"Understood," Yanyan said, her crimson eyes drifting over the lifeless horizon. "Then shall we return now?"
Her tone was calm, detached, beautifully bored.
"There's nothing here. No life, no challenge. Not even a scream to enjoy."
She ignored all of Wang Xiao's explanations. The metaphysics, the logic, the divine causality, unimportant.
Only one fact mattered to her:
They were in the past.
Which meant, in her mind:
It was time to leave.
Wang Xiao paused, gazing into the roiling dark clouds.
"…Not yet."
Her eyes narrowed slightly. A flicker of curiosity. "Why?"
He didn't answer immediately.
When she finally understood, it was already too late.
He had reversed time too far.
Not metaphorically.
Literally.
He stood at the dawn of Earth's history, and now that he was here, he had no intention of wasting the opportunity.
He wanted to watch.
To witness the birth of the world.
To see the secrets buried in the bones of time itself.
Yanyan said nothing... At first.
