"Wait, what is this..." He trailed off.
"I think you know, you've encountered a scene like this before. Yes Asgard is just a game for most of you but it was inspired by the events of the past."
What was before them was a nest, the game had replicated this one perfectly. He remembered walking into that cave with Hubris, he remembered destroying the eggs and then the queen came out to fight him.
"Dammit, while they're busy arguing about who gets the seat at the top these things are getting stronger by the day. Can't we help?"
"I'm afraid not. This happened, I cannot change it."
"You're a god of time aren't you, there's nothing you can't reach that's within time?"
"Yes, but I can't. It's been thousands of years already."
"Then, why didn't you help back then?"
"Strict orders from our Lord. He told us there'll be a child who will be the hope of the new world."
"So he just gave—"
Kiro swallowed those words when Chronos shot him the deadliest of looks. His body broke into a sweat, for a second, maybe even less than that, Chronos showed his true self.
"Don't overstep. The fault here is in humanity, don't shift the blame, they're the ones who refused to see the bigger picture." He said with finality, making it apparent that he won't take any of his nonsense regarding his Lord.
Kiro was too busy recovering from being suppressed to even argue. For humans it was much easier to blame something above their understanding, instead of closely looking at their own action.
Not too long ago, he was also a victim of this. He wanted to blame the dean and Isla's father for his grandfather's death.
"Please, don't do that again."
"Do we know where they came from?"
"No, no we don't. From this moment forth, we are going to create a special unit for combat the aliens that have invaded. It'll be called the sanctum."
Kiro's blood ran cold at the words of his predecessor.
"So, that's what it was created for? And they—they fucking—" He choked on his own words, as brief sadness washed over him.
"Yes. Percival, what a great man. You know, you exist today because of him?"
"Great observation!" He answered sarcastically.
"I don't mean it like that—well you'll see, soon enough."
The meeting was taking place in a great hall, full of those with powers and those who were willing to fight. Percival, with his charisma managed to grab the attention of the entire room. Kiro could see a few faces from the previous meeting, including Blakeson.
"Now, the upper part of Africa has been evacuated, soon those without powers will be stationed there. If we fail, they'll be responsible for ensuring humanity doesn't end here."
"Of course kids under 18 will be forced to leave whether they're powered or not. We don't want unnecessary casualties, together we can do this."
Cheers erupted from the hall. If you looked close enough, you could spot a few that weren't very happy with the decision. But as they say, majority rules. They were greatly outnumbered.
"See? This is him ensuring that his line continues. He doesn't have a lot of kids but they're all under 18. He's kind but cunning, a very strange combination."
Kiro was saddened just thinking about it, his sacrifice almost made no difference, since he died and every Waynworth in existence. If it wasn't for the god standing next to him, it would've ended like that too.
That quickly left him though, his father was doing a better job at expanding the name.
The scene once again shifted, this time, it was the war that almost destroyed their world.