The night was heavy as molten iron.
Kael gave a signal.
In absolute silence, the group advanced.
—
The entrance to the old watchmaker's shop was ajar, the door swinging lightly in the cold wind.
Time seemed frozen inside.
Broken clocks hung from the walls.
The irregular ticking of a few still-living mechanisms filled the air with an unsettling rhythm.
—
Helena and Claudia entered first, weapons lowered but ready.
Nikita and Camila followed closely, alert to any sudden movement.
Marie and Patricia positioned themselves by the windows, watching the street.
Amina and Samantha began quickly scanning the environment — their trained eyes seeking any historical anomalies.
Kael entered last.
Each step echoed like a muffled scream.
—
At the center of the shop, they found them.
Four bodies.
Two men and two women — civilians, in simple clothing, their eyes still open, staring into nothingness.
Each carried a destroyed transmission radio.
Fine marks were visible on their wrists... burns.
As if some unknown technology had struck them before death.
Helena murmured:
— It wasn't the Axis.
Kael simply nodded.
He knew.
This was the result of temporal intervention.
—
Samantha found something at the back of the shop: a device still active.
It broadcasted continuously on a strange frequency, emitting a single repeated symbol:
> ∞
The symbol of distortion.
The Abyss had left its mark.
—
Kael clenched his fists.
He knew what it meant:
The natural flow of history had been contaminated.
Now, it was not enough to restore the flow of information.
They had to find who—or what—was manipulating World War II from the shadows.
—
Kael activated his Transcoder.
His voice came out dry, calculated:
— New priority.
— Isolate the source of interference.
— Eliminate the anomaly without creating additional historical deviations.
The witches nodded.
Without hesitation.
The past needed mending.
And time would not wait.