Before the curse could reach his next heartbeat, Hajin's left thumb jammed the watch's crown down beneath the torn coat. Three seconds ran backward through his body alone, and the punctured lung knitted shut while Hans's spear met the buckler.
'Air, real air, the poison's gone, and the whole damn world kept moving without me.'
Both palms still burned beneath their old dressings, far outside the watch's narrow three-second window.
[ Stolen Moment: 3.0-second personal body rewind complete ]
[ Recent lung puncture and silence curse resolved ]
[ Pocket artifact cooldown: 24 hours ]
"Hah... oh, sweet, sweet air."
The leader's dagger stayed above the desk where his moving hand carried it into another thrust.
Hajin twisted his chest out of the blade's path, and his right fingers clamped down on its flat.
"Ow, fuck, that's my bad hand!" he snarled, wrenching it against the desk edge until the steel snapped.
