Time moves strangely in the Cracked Atrium. Watches melt, tea goes cold mid-pour, and days vanish before you even notice. That’s where I first felt it—a pull behind my left eye, like someone flipping through my memories and stealing bookmarks.

Then I saw him: Chronivex, the Hour-Thief. A Glyph born from stolen time itself. His body was a giant clock-face, his wings made of fractured timepieces, and the chain of orbs at his side glowed with the hours he had taken. One look into his eyes, and I felt three hours ripped from my chest.

I had to stop him. But capturing Chronivex was nothing like any Glyph I’d faced before. His gaze sapped time, his movements warped reality, and every second he fought back made the air itself bend. For the first time, I had to use Orion’s tether, a weapon he warned me never  ...