The air crackled. Zuhu raised his palm, and in it materialized a relic known as the — a fragment of the very first clock, capable of peeling back layers of reality like rotten skin. "This will tear a wound in the timeline. The moment Bheem’s past bleeds into the present, we will enter the wound and rewrite his first cry."

A boy in the market looked at his mother and asked, "Who is Chhota Bheem?"

A shimmering object materialized before Bheem: a .