Time's Never Expendable
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Grasping tiny strands of time was never a marvel of wonder to Xyz, or an invention that would change the world.
It was a means of survival.
In Atommul, a city-state ravaged by an imbalance of power where the strong stood as proud, unchecked scientists and the weak lay quaking as useless, replaceable test subjects, time travel saved this street-vigilante more times than he could count. His friends. His life. The Timegrasper that took him through time. Nothing but these three things mattered to him.
Even if that meant allowing the rest of Atommul to decay under unchecked waste flowing throw rivers and abominations created from illicit experiments on living beings. As long as he and his friends could live, he would let the city-state do whatever it wanted.
Time travel only served as a means of survival. Nothing more.
What happens, though, when that means of survival is taken from Xyz? When events out of his control are set in motion to impact him and his friends? When a certain spy has no choice but to enlist the street-vigilante's help?
Xyz doesn't know. To him, time is a reusable commodity. To the world, it is something it can't live without. He will have to learn that.
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