Her words were like a crushing thunderbolt that descended over my head, rattling my teeth and shaking the very foundation of my plans.
All this time, I had walked through this apocalypse with the swagger of a man who held the only cheat code in existence. I thought I was an anomaly, a bug in the system that the universe hadn't accounted for.
I always considered myself lucky—blessed by a future version of this girl to be the silver bullet that would end the cycle. Yet what she said added a layer of shock and bitterness that made my stomach churn.
"In addition to that," she continued, her voice cutting through my internal spiral, "who said you came here first? Who is to say that Angel bastard didn't initiate the jump himself?
For all we know, he might be the one who actively sought to return to this era, and your arrival was just the system's way of balancing the equation. You might just be the logical byproduct of his ambition."
