Chapter 155: The Distorted Tapestry of Time

Thelma Zane’s Perspective The crescent-shaped marks on our hands served as a lifeline in this strange and unpredictable environment. They were designed to glow faintly if someone in our group was in danger and could even communicate through a blood-activated signal, sending a message that the rest of us could detect. These measures offered a semblance of control in a situation that seemed increasingly chaotic. Yet, control was a fragile illusion. As we delved deeper into the cave, something peculiar began to unfold. What had previously been a manageable distance now seemed interminable. The cave stretched on far longer than it had during my initial exploration. It was as if we had unknowingly crossed into a new dimension where the rules of space and time were bent—or broken. The first team, led by Frank, had set out hours ago. By our calculations, they should have sent a signal by now. Yet, the mark on my hand remained dark, offering no sign of communication. According to our