The Eidolon trembled as it approached the rift — a swirling vortex of raw temporal energy, rippling with echoes of countless futures and pasts. Seojun stood on the bridge, his eyes fixed on the shifting patterns, feeling the immense power that pulsed like a heartbeat through the void.
Nova's voice cut through the tension. "Sensors are picking up anomalies… It's as if multiple timelines are converging here."
Seojun nodded, gripping the console. "This is where we face Vael'Tharan. The source of his power — and our only chance to stop him."
Suddenly, the ship's alarms blared. Figures appeared on the viewscreen — dark, shadowy forms flickering between dimensions, their presence warping reality itself.
"Temporal Phantoms," Nova whispered. "Guardians of the Nexus, corrupted by Vael'Tharan's influence."
Without hesitation, the Eidolon's defense systems activated, firing energy pulses that shimmered like light through water. The Phantoms retaliated with waves of disorienting force, threatening to tear the ship apart.
Seojun's mind raced. "We must disrupt their connection to the Nexus! Nova, prepare the temporal pulse — it has to be precise."
As the battle raged, Seojun accessed the memory-core again, searching for a pattern, a flaw. Suddenly, a fragment of a code appeared — a sequence of ancient glyphs glowing faintly.
"This is it," Seojun breathed. "The key to severing Vael'Tharan's hold."
He transmitted the code through the ship's pulse emitter. A brilliant wave of energy surged out, washing over the Phantoms. One by one, they began to waver, their forms dissolving like mist.
But just as victory seemed near, the rift pulsed violently. A voice echoed through the ship — cold, mocking, omnipresent.
"You cannot undo what I have rewritten."
Seojun clenched his fists, eyes blazing with resolve. "Then we will rewrite it again."
The battle for the fate of time itself was far from over.