C618 The Crack

Time is like sand slipping through the fingers; the more desperately you try to hold onto it, the quicker it escapes.

In a parallel world, a line of men and women clad in rescue team uniforms marched alongside molten lava. Sibu, nearing fifty, wiped the sweat from his brow and cautioned his teammates to watch their step before they continued their trek toward a distant peak.

As a young man