The loop began again.
Time folded like a paper crane. The fire vanished. The engine roared. The tungsten rounds reversed into their barrels. He was back, six seconds earlier, and this time he knew exactly where the first interceptor would be. He fired. The explosion painted his canopy red. sine mora nsp
The Bernhard Dynasty didn’t kill with bullets. They killed with chrono-dilation . They froze his son in a bubble of subjective time—forever falling, forever screaming silently, a single second stretched across eternity. A punishment for Bonto’s rebellion. A lesson: You cannot fight what you cannot catch. The loop began again