The Maw of Baughust | Chapter IX
“Then you understand why we cannot spare even a single Filigree Angel for your prison break.” The Clocksmith replied. “The Enigmachina itself, by your own admission, has been malfunctioning recently. Something is causing micro-fractures in its temporal lattice. We are occupied with attempting to patch them before they propagate.” “Micro-fractures?” The Gearmaker’s voice sharpened. “I detected no such thing!” “Of course you would not. You have been distracted.” The Clocksmith leaned forward. “And then there is the matter of Temporal Apotheosis; it has begun to multiply, or more aptly, metastisize. Instances have appeared in twelve new adjacent realities, literal ticking time bombs. Their countdowns are accelerating, and we are hemorrhaging field agents trying to suppress the resulting integration points and memory wipes.”
A world of Gods and Monsters.