Once the embers of a Lord Ravager, the button to erase a civilization, and the final lament of an ancient behemoth... How many deaths must these materials have gathered to forge such ammunition? And what kind of firearm can propel it into the past? It is the answer to all. It is not a question itself.

"Run. Flee to any moment's interstice. It will always find you, nailing you down in the fabric of fate."