Zaif found himself in medieval Afghanistan, wandering among Ghorid traders and scholars. He posed as a traveler from Hindustan, helping record keepers translate temple inscriptions—never revealing his true origin. There, he heard of a hooded adviser named Ghor who guided kings toward conquest. Zaif realized the creature who killed his mentor had walked this world before civilization’s memory. He swore to stop him—whatever century it took. He understood: the scrolls were not scripture—they were temporal coordinates. Ghor wanted them not for knowledge, but for control.
