Ryan felt like he was moving through molasses, underwater, in a dream. His "Temporal Disjunction" debuff was a nightmare.
Every thought was slow. Every movement was a struggle. The eight accelerated Temporal Hounds were coming at him, looking like angry, time-traveling comets. He knew he had to move, but his body just wouldn't listen properly.
Come on, legs! Move! he screamed in his mind. It's a really, really bad time for a nap!
His Phase Gauntlet, a piece of advanced Precursor tech, seemed to be struggling too. It flickered weakly, as if the chaotic time energy was confusing its systems.
But it hadn't failed completely. His unstable Phase Step skill, the one that felt like being put through a blender, seemed to actually work a little better in this chaotic environment, as if it felt right at home in the temporal mess. It was his only chance.
