The cool evening air of Green Hills carried the scent of pine and damp earth as Silver trudged carefully along the quiet back roads, his yellow eyes scanning the landscape with wary determination.

He had made it.

The glow of the warp had barely faded from his vision, the lingering effects of time travel still pulsing through his body like an unsteady heartbeat. But there was no time to rest. Not yet. The future he had left behind was gone—fading into a void of ruin and lost possibilities. This was his only chance.

And he had felt it, as clear as a guiding star—the strange, almost magnetic pull that led him here, to this quiet town hidden in the hills. There was something—someone—here that could offer safety. Maybe even hope.

His boots pressed softly against the dirt path as he moved forward, eyes lifting toward the glow of the town in the distance.