Inside the glass cage, chaotic ti was fully isolated, endlessly washing over the massive seashell within, subjecting it to repeated cycles of destruction and rebirth.
Sylas had engraved ti-isolation runes onto the glass cage itself, preventing the power of ti from erupting outward. Beyond the cage, a secondary alchemical formation provided another layer of restraint, stabilizing the temporal turbulence sealed within.
Sylas continuously regulated the flow of magic, maintaining the delicate balance that allowed ti to function inside the confined space.
Ti truly was the most complex and profound form of magic.
Sylas could feel his magical energy draining at an alarming rate. Even with his current level of existence, he could barely activate a fraction of ti's power, just enough to stabilize it within the narrow confines of the glass cage.
This was only possible because Sylas had already transcended ordinary sorcerers. If it were anyone else, maintaining a continuous Ti Reversal Curse would require at least ten elite ti specialists, working in perfect coordination, rely to avoid catastrophe.
Sylas observed the glass cage quietly.
The sand within was continuously scoured by ti itself.
He waited.
Only when the grains were completely perated, when they had truly transford into ti sand, would the process be complete.
This would take several months.
During this long waiting period, Sylas was far from idle.
While maintaining the ti flow, he began preparing the vessel that would carry the ti sand.
The container needed to withstand ti's corrosion, to remain unchanged even as centuries passed through it.
Among all materials, gold was the ideal choice.
Unlike silver or mithril, gold possessed a near-immortal stability. It neither rusted nor decayed, even under relentless temporal erosion.
Sylas enlisted Gandalf's assistance and used Arnór's sacred fire to lt vast quantities of gold. Through repeated refinent, he extracted only its purest essence.
From this essence, he forged several exquisite circular devices, each resembling a pocket watch.
Every device was engraved with precise temporal markings. Two interlocking golden rings surrounded a hollow central disk, within which rested a miniature hourglass.
Countless microscopic runes were etched across their surfaces, and a long golden chain linked each Ti-Turner into a complete magical instrunt.
Six months passed.
In Valinor, ti itself felt aningless. There were no seasons, no decay, everything existed in a state of eternal stillness. To its inhabitants, half a year felt no different from a single breath.
Inside the ti chamber, Sylas finally lowered his staff and ended the ti-washing process.
Within the glass cage, the seashell remained pristine, unchanged, unmarred.
But the sand within had undergone a fundantal transformation.
Each grain now emitted a faint blue glow, subtly infused with temporal authority. Within those microscopic particles lay fragnts of ti's mysteries.
Even so, Sylas dared not relax.
In his eyes, these grains were temporal explosives.
A single mistake could cause the ti sand to erupt, unleashing temporal chaos. If the entire bowl were to detonate, it could engulf all of Swan Harbor, forcing those within to age instantly, regress into childhood, or be flung into fractured tilines, trapped forever in loops of past and future.
This was why Sylas had converted the entire workspace into a ti chamber and layered it with alchemical defenses.
Even then, absolute safety was impossible.
With extre care, Sylas gently scattered the bowl of ti sand into the air.
The grains floated weightlessly, lighter than feathers, suspended silently, as though ti itself held them aloft.
In theory, this quantity of sand was sufficient to create dozens of Ti-Turners.
But Sylas was not satisfied.
Only the purest ti sand could ensure precise temporal control. Inferior grains could cause dangerous anomalies, rewinds that overshot or fell short, or brief monts where the user beca trapped in temporal lag.
A flawed Ti-Turner might attempt to rewind three hours, only to fail midway, leaving its wielder stranded between monts.
More dangerously, it can trigger ti-lapse anomalies. At best, the user may be caught in temporal turbulence, thrown into the past or future, trapped within a cyclical ti loop. In severe cases, everything involved may be directly erased by ti itself, as though it had never existed in the world at all.
Because of this, Sylas proceeded with extre caution.
He ticulously examined every single grain of ti sand, selecting only the purest and most stable particles. The process was unbearably tedious. Each grain had to be individually verified for flaws, requiring absolute concentration and precision.
A single bowl of ti sand contained several million grains.
Sylas spent an entire month performing this selection.
Only thanks to his formidable ntal strength was such a task even possible. From millions of grains, he ultimately refined just over sixty thousand grains of pure ti sand.
This amount was sufficient to create three complete Ti-Turners, with a small surplus remaining.
Each grain of ti sand corresponded to one second.
A standard Ti-Turner hourglass could hold 18,000 grains, granting the ability to rewind ti by five hours.
Sylas carefully loaded the refined ti sand into three hourglass cores, performing the final sealing process himself.
Once sealed, the Ti-Turners seed to gain an even more mysterious presence. The grains within emitted a faint blue glow, the power of ti flowing silently inside, contained, restrained, and perfectly balanced.
Only after completing this step did Sylas turn his attention to the remaining ti sand.
He stored the surplus several thousand grains of pure ti sand in a small hourglass-shaped glass container, engraving stabilizing runes across its surface to prevent any temporal leakage.
As for the remaining low-grade ti sand, these grains were unsuitable for Ti-Turner construction. However, Sylas did not discard them.
Instead, an idea took shape.
Ti Bombs
Sylas continued working in seclusion.
Six months later, ten fist-sized, semi-transparent glass spheres lay arranged before him.
Their outer shells were etched with silver runes, while inside each sphere floated countless pale-blue grains of sand, shimring like distant stars, beautiful, srizing, and deeply unsettling.
These were alchemical constructs forged from low-grade ti sand.
Ti bombs.
They were breathtaking in appearance, but lethally dangerous.
Once thrown, a single sphere could detonate either upon impact or monts before, plunging an area with a radius of over one thousand ters into uncontrollable temporal chaos.
Within that zone, ti could fracture. Objects might age into dust, regress into infancy, or be torn apart by conflicting tilines. Entire regions could be trapped in looping monts, or erased outright.
Sylas stored these ti bombs away carefully.
They were not weapons to be used lightly.
They were his final resort, reserved for enemies so overwhelming that no other option remained.
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