"The reason I'm able to etch the 'Book of the End' here is because of your appearance."
David raised an eyebrow slightly, listening intently. He sensed an invisible chain-like constraint in the air, as if time itself was warning him.
"Your traversal is not just a matter of fate but a massive time loop," Glenn Hill continued in a low voice. "Back then, when civilization was about to fall, I came into contact with the divine glow of redemption emanating from within you. At that moment, I knew the future would inevitably change.
Thus, I wrote our secrets, warnings, and hopes into this secret tome—this is why you stepped into the 'temporal corridor.'"
David's eyes were deep, feeling the stream of information traveling through time rushing towards him, his mind filled with countless fragmented memories, those that were not his, yet seemed closely intertwined with the depths of his soul.
Suddenly, a dull thud resonated from the depths of the faraway void fissure.
