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Snap.

He didn’t believe her. But he couldn’t remember. sine mora nsp

Silence. Then: “...You didn’t name him. You were waiting for the war to end.” pressed the rewind button.

The NSP core, dying, gave one last pulse. But it didn’t rewind six seconds. It rewound six years . sine mora nsp

The first wave of Dynasty interceptors came like locusts. Their cannons spat molten tungsten. Bonto’s left engine took a hit—flames, alarms, the sickening lurch of gravity. He closed his eyes.

And then Bonto’s finger, by reflex, pressed the rewind button.