Chapter 15: Time

Chapter 15: Time



In a colossal hall supported by gargantuan columns, Kronos, the Crooked One, gazed at the shimmering night through a large window.Th.ê most uptod/ate novels a/re published on n(0)velbj)n(.)c/o/m

A cold wind blew through the hall, swaying the green fire in the braziers, driving away the darkness, and revealing a tall figure draped in northern winter.

The icy figure was none other than Koios, the Titan of the North, Knowledge, and Farsight.

"My Lord." Koios bowed to the mighty figure bathed in starlight.

Kronos hummed in recognition.

The Titan of the North shifted hesitantly. "We can ascertain it, my lord," he said, his posture jittery. "Your visions, my farsights, and now the sudden descent of night-everything points to the bitter truth-the Gods have another powerful ally on their side," he continued, sensing his lord's silence. "However, we are still unable to confirm the identity of their ally..."

"Koios," Kronos turned sharply. "You know I hate lies, and yet you still always spout them audaciously to me," he brooded over Koios, his aura crushing Koios to the ground. "In hope of avoiding my wrath..." he uttered, bending down toward Koios, his swaying shadow engulfing the other.

"M-My L-Lord..." Koios sputtered in pain, suffocating under the seething shadow that gripped his neck tightly.

"You should have known better, Koios," Kronos said indifferently, hurling Koios to the other side of the hall with his shadow. "Such folly is so unbecoming of you, the Titan of

Knowledge.."

Kronos returned to his huge black throne, his seat of power. He looked down, dismissively, at Koios, who was now crouching in front of him, trembling.

The Titan of the North pleaded weakly. "For-forgive my ins-soulence..."

"Enough!" Kronos said irritably, boring his golden eyes at his brother. "Don't mistake my continued kindness for ignorance, Koios."

The Titan of the North nodded quickly, clutching the straw thrown at him. "And I am eternally grateful for your kindness, my lord," he mustered, looking up at the King of Titans and revealing his hidden guess. "The new alley of gods is most likely a child of Night," he said slowly, his staunch taut with worry. "That is all I know, my lord."

"He is Hypnos." Kronos suddenly revealed, thrumming his fingers on the armrest. "The Primordial of Sleep."

"The Primordial of sleep...." Koios repeated in surprise, and an immediate sense of relief washed over him.

Noticing this, Kronos felt utterly disappointed. "You may leave," he said, resisting the urge to summon his scythe and slash his incompetent advisor to death.

"However, my lord, another matter requires your attention." His incompetent advisor attempted to reason with him. "Your subjects are becoming restless with the descent of Night..."

"Have I not made myself clear?" Kronos whispered lowly, sending cold shivers through the very icy being of Koios.

The Titan of the North vanished in a swirl of snowy wind with his tail tucked behind his back. Kronos reclined in his throne, tapping the armrest in contemplation, as silence consumed the throne room. Despite the grim development of the war, there was no despair in his heart, but rather a faint flame of hope sparked in the dark crevices of his crooked heart. 'This should be enough; it really should be enough,' he reasoned. Though, as that thought arose in his mind, hesitation still marred his features.

Finally, the Crooked One rose from his colossal throne, his last hesitation swept away by an ocean of determination. He closed his eyes and connected with his time divinity, sinking into a river of time that splayed all across the entire cosmos. It was flowing back to its beginning, swirling like an abyss into the deepest part of creation.

In the swirling abyss of eternity, time seemed to have lost its meaning. Kronos had no idea how long he had been travelling in the raging river of time. Has it been a second or an aeon? He wasn't particularly worried, though, since whatever time he spent in this swirling abyss would not be reflected in reality.

Finally, his seemingly endless journey came to an end, which was a paradox in and of itself, and Kronos opened his eyes to find himself on a long, golden beach with glistening sand.

She was none other than Ananke, the Primordial of Destiny.

Chronos drew his wife into a loving embrace. "And destroy your hard work?" he asked, lightly kissing her crimson lips. "No need."

"I could handle it." Ananke pouted, twirling her silver locks.

"I know, you could." Chronos acknowledged with a smile on his lips. "But isn't it better this

way?"

"Yes," Ananke decreed faintly. "The era of the Titans needs to end,"

"That settles it." Chronos nodded. "So, where did you go off this time?" "Jotunheim," Ananke briskly said. "I joined forces with Utgard-Loki to prank Thor," she

laughed loudly, her hands over her mouth. "We scared the soul out of the proud son of Odin,

especially my new form; it made Thor literally cry!"

"You should have been there....." The Primordial of Destiny took deep breaths, trying to

suppress her laughter. "It was fun."

"I bet." Chronos chuckled as he heard another one of the escapades of his wife.

"Well..." Ananke drawled as her laughter died away. She took in the swirling projections

around her. "What were you up to, meanwhile?"

For a brief moment, Chronos remained silent. "I think I found the answer," he finally said, his ever-serene voice taking on a solemn tone.

Ananke immediately snapped her gaze at her husband. "Show me."

Chronos swept his hands at the projections, willing for everything to swirl around them. It

began to multiply and multiply to infinity, revealing images of countless futures, possibilities, and probabilities. Everything was in order until the projections began to show Hypnos, at which point each image became blank, collapsing into chaos.

The Primordial of Time turned toward his confused beloved. "The answer was always there;

we were just looking at it from the wrong perspective, overcomplicating it." he spread his hands toward the chaotic, infinite projections. "Every time we try to scry about the true

origins of Hypnos, it always ends in chaos," he paused. "I think that's it." "You mean.." Ananke drawled, her crimson eyes widening in realisation. "Yes." Chronos nodded gravely. "The anomalous existence of Hypnos is most likely related

to..."

"Our mother, Khaos,"

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