Jax’s presence in the feedback loop surged. He sensed Mira’s hesitation and saw an opportunity. He whispered into the quantum field, “Let’s make a trade. You change your past, I get the Node’s power for a day. No paradox, just a little… profit.”
And there, in the center, a single console—identical to the one Mira sat at—blinking with a red prompt: Dvmm-158-rm-javhd.today02-39-52 Min