"The Shackles of Time no longer bind me! The Sands of Time no longer weigh me down!"
⌛️Kronus: the Immortal Timekeeper. A force unparalleled by any one person.
⌛️Not New to RP
⌛️SL-only
⌛️Mature Themes
⌛️Another creation of #MuseIncarnate
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--which case, it would allow the warriors' strength to return to them, rather than the opposite taking place. In that single, selfless act, Kronus would sacrifice his individual form, to give his newfound allies ONE chance, to make things right!
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The one who was bound his confinement, in all her wisdom and care... Had granted him his freedom. Moreso, however, @EliteZefia gave him something much more valuable, though it held no physical form...
Trust.
With that trust and cooperation, the Sentry of Centuries was given--
--involuntarily laughed; impressed by the unnatural arrival.
"You don't call this a whimper? I'll give you credit for the bravado and extravagance, but I'll put this plainly.
Not a single one of you could so much as harm me!"
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--form, and latch one of those earrings onto Svandur's ear, before placing one onto one of his own ears!
WHY?!
By putting two different entities together, with different physiologies, it was likely that the combined form would dilute Svandur's life-draining properties. In--
And what did Zefia have to say? To him? To Svandur, a threat she had never actually encountered until now? To everyone who has arrived through the passing of a portal?
".. Knock Knock, Motherfouckers."
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From there, more doors appeared at their location. Any door of which someone accepted to pass through, every fighter, every hero and villain alike to fight for freedom, to fight for life, for ruin, and the world's ending.
They would be here, all together.
.. We now travel in real time to Torno and Shuen, defeated but not yet beaten. We travel to Skorpius, recovering in his little universe awaiting his chance.. We travel to Genesis and his lovely Lia, baffled and defiant.
To each light burning still, we travel..
While her mortal ponderings and thoughts of the beginning were ones he cared not to debate, since he, himself, couldn't quite remember a time, ironically enough, Zefia's more personal admission of being ready to die was met with... mixed emotions. Jealousy, for being able to--
"Do what you will with what time is left, Kronus. We cannot change the reality outside of this room to what we'd like without immeasurable amounts of damage.
And no, I've not given up. I've simply found the terms I wish to go out on.
..What will yours be?"
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--a chance to do something on my terms, but yours aren't quite fulfilled yet, because I am STILL lonely." Vague in his implications, she would either catch on, or he'd spell it out, rather quickly.
His pacing would cease, as he stopped close to her. He'd whisper a plan in her--
--outright saying it, he knew she'd get it. Svandur was the end of the very idea of existence. Nothing would come after him.
"We would become nothing else. Our very names? Histories? Memories? Gone. No afterlife. No soul...
N o t h i n g."
Oh...
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A merciful imprisoner, Zefia's kindness was rewarded with a slight smile, before she admitted the limitations of her gift.
"I was under the impression that you were able to that, elsewhere, as well. Though, you are correct. The honey is contained, one way or another." Once the--
-there's a thought: By scientific law nothing every truly stops existing. We simply become something else when our time comes to change. That doesn't sound so bad to me. How does that sound to you, Kronus?"
A question that would change the entire conversation..
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--this End works, though, Zefia." Still, he stared into that cup; his knelt posture almost statuesque. Cold. Unnerving.
"Svandur is the End. The closing of a book. The dying light of a flame. A mortal being's last breath. The last grain of sand, in an hourglass..." Without--