TimeWhispers of the past.Fragments of the future.Time works in strange ways. It has unspoken rules, rules which mustn't be broken lest chaos be unleashed. This chaos has a name.Maltruent.The fabric of reality is made of silken cloth. Beautiful when left to its own devices. But when Maltruent is born, this delicate woven masterpiece unravels as quickly as the most hastily-tied knot.The guardians grow weary. Time is but an infinite battlefield of temporal beasts. Some seek solace, while others clash to awaken Maltruent. Eons wasted in a futile attempt to correct the wrongs of eons prior. It is an endless loop; temporal affairs work in a spherical fashion. If the future, in the most linear sense of the term, of any one being falls, their past ceases to be.Timelines may cross. The guardians of time work to correct the warps, but beasts from beyond the shackles of the natural flow emerge to raise Cain. Reality becomes intertwined within itself. No more is Maltruent bound to the ebb tide.