The two powerful temporal energies collided violently at the heart of the abandoned factory, like raging torrents consuming each other. Lin Xiaoxia watched as the surroundings distorted like shattered mirrors, kaleidoscopic lights flashing rapidly before her eyes while a piercing hum filled her ears.
She struggled to maintain her footing, clutching the pocket watch with white-knuckled determination. Future Lin Xiaoxia's warning echoed in her mind - improper use could collapse the timeline. Now, Li Mingzhe's reckless actions were hurtling them toward an unfathomable future.
The ecstasy on Li Mingzhe's face twisted into agony as his body convulsed violently. The space around him warped in sync with the energy pulsing from his watch. His pained screams filled the air as he futilely tried to control the runaway power.
Xu Yuan stood frozen in shock, desperately trying to reach Lin Xiaoxia but repelled by an invisible force. He could only watch helplessly as spacetime grew increasingly chaotic around them.
Memories flooded Lin Xiaoxia's mind like tidal waves - childhood scenes, her first meeting with Xu Yuan, even fragments of futures that shouldn't exist in her recollection. The timeline was being forcibly rewritten before her eyes.
Just as the torrent of conflicting memories threatened to overwhelm her consciousness, her pocket watch emitted a gentle glow. Unlike the violent energies surrounding them, this light carried warmth and stability.
Clutching the watch like an anchor, Lin Xiaoxia focused against the temporal storm. She watched in horror as Li Mingzhe's form began dissolving into the chaotic spacetime, his face contorted with terror and desperation. His outstretched hand grasped at nothing before he vanished completely, his watch disappearing with him.
As Li Mingzhe's presence dissipated, the maelstrom gradually subsided. The warped space smoothed back into normality, the deafening hum fading to silence. Only a faint, timeless essence lingered in the air of the now-quiet factory.
Exhaustion washed over Lin Xiaoxia as her watch dimmed, its energy seemingly spent. She turned to see Xu Yuan rushing toward her, his face etched with concern.
"Xiaoxia! Are you alright?" He pulled her into a tight embrace, his voice thick with relief.
Leaning into Xu Yuan's warmth, Lin Xiaoxia clung to this tangible reality. The immediate danger had passed - Li Mingzhe was gone, the timeline stabilized.
Yet beneath the relief, a quiet unease persisted. Had Li Mingzhe truly been erased completely? And what unseen changes had been wrought upon their memories, their future, by this violent reshaping of time?
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