Chronis crushed the hourglass, and her 17-year-old palm was covered with centuries-old rust - she went against the clock but was trapped on her birthday, and her sister's existence was erased in court like sand from an hourglass. Metemis's cracks are seeping with black blood, and every crack is filled with the afterimage of her alien planet that can never go back; Naraku's throat is surging with 13 buzzes, and Zoya's voice is rotting into gear lubricant in the hive of consciousness. When the thorns at the bottom of the Rusty River turn into metal and pierce the sky, when Theseura's blood crystal reflects the 127th deleted massacre, as the director of MBCC, do you dare to catch these broken souls?
Chronis's fingertips touched the hourglass pattern on your palm, her voice mixed with the debris of time: "The 128th cycle... Can your blood make the gears in the court rusty?"
