Elius's boots scraped the jagged stone as he came to a halt near the far wall of the cavernous dungeon, his mind a whirlwind of calculations and dread.
The others remained still for a moment, panting and catching their breath after their desperate retreat.
The stench of molten rock and scorched air still lingered like a curse.
It was him. It had to be him.
Elius clenched his fists. His thoughts sharpened like the edge of his sword.
My father… Radiant Man.
He grit his teeth as memories flashed in his head like bolts of lightning—panels from the comic world he now lived in.
In the original timeline, Radiant Man had been cold, distant, a hero too obsessed with dreaming of having a golden haired descendant to waste time on raising his own dark haired son.
Back then, he never bothered to control that strange spatial artifact—an artifact that could also open portals to these dimensional rifts and bring forth horrors sealed away beyond time.
