"Don't touch that, you fucking moron!" the old man's voice thundered through the air, crashing like a tidal wave across the empty space. The sound echoed for several long seconds, sharp and absolute, like a warning bell ringing at the edge of disaster.
Razeal flinched.
He jerked his hand back immediately, eyes wide, starteled.
"Time…?"
[Yes, host,] the system responded with a rare note of seriousness. [That thin emerald ripple you just pointed at that's the temporal flow of this world. It governs all events from the past, present, and future. It is not something you want to touch. Especially not directly. And definitely not as a mortal.]
Razeal's jaw went slack. "Wait.. wait hold on. Are you seriously telling me I almost touched time itself?! No, forget that.. I can touch time? With my bare hands?!"
[Yeah. Technically, yes. But don't. No matter the reason. Just. Don't.]
