To be alive, you need to know what you are alive for: you can lose your Will to Life in a few seconds at any mont. Mainly, this happens when one loses one loses one's love.
He had thought that Sophia had co a poor family, which he has studied without realizing that they had eliminated information about her: they needed to hide information about her. Even so, that was not enough for him to withstand such a distraction.
Honestly, it was not for him to survive: the whole accomplices of the universe were against the unity of these two. It seed like they were trying to hide sothing from him.
Normally, gods would co lest they would want to see amalgamations of ti. In order to see it, it was necessary for him to listen to the ginormous foundation of life.
One of those gods was Chronos, an divine deity of ZZ quality. He was observing Noah.
Year 2010 of the Gregorian calendar, it was raining while he could see every leaf fall upon every inch of the pavent, taking a breath with every thought that ca to his mind.
It was like he was feeling like sothing conspicuous and tiless was coming after him: he deduced that it was against nothing. At first, it was just a feeling, but his realization beca real.
It was more than real: it was a god. Chronos appeared before him majestically powerful, impetuous and imperious as if he had seen sothing, but at the sa ti, he had seen nothing.
Chronos, an impossible 20 feet, a colossus forged from the raw fury of forgotten epochs, his sculpted muscles rippling like tectonic plates shifting beneath storm-tossed seas. Each sinew was a masterpiece of divine brutality—broad shoulders that could eclipse the sun, arms corded with veins like rivers of molten iron, and a chest hewn from granite cliffs, etched with scars that whispered tales of battles against the void itself. His skin, a deep bronze kissed by eternal fire, glead with an otherworldly sheen, as if dusted in stardust and tempered by the crush of collapsing galaxies.
Chronos: You, mortal, are not welco to this epoch. You do not belong to this tiline. I do not get how I did not get it, which ans that part of is not aligned with the river of ti. Sothing has malfunctioned. Beside that, you are so absurd that I cannot see through you. You should know what awaits. After all, it is the first ti that a mortal... wait... I cannot see your realm. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU? You gotta tell what you are. From now on, you are forbidden from traveling back in ti. To my surprise, you had already thought about this.
He would continue speaking and Yang would observe him. Initially, he did not think that he could be this way: His face was a storm incarnate: high cheekbones sharp as obsidian blades, eyes burning with the cold amber glow of hourglasses half-spilled, and a jawline set like the unyielding edge of ti's scythe.
Strands of hair, wild and silver-threaded black, cascaded like cot tails down his back, whipping in an unseen wind that carried the echoes of ticking clocks and crumbling empires. He moved with the deliberate grace of a predator who had devoured eons, each step a seismic rumble that fractured the earth, yet his presence humd with an electric poise, as if the universe itself held its breath in his shadow.
Yang: the river of ti depends on the logos, and I understand it better than ever, which leads to do whatever my self-knowledge and my wills tell . As for traveling back in ti, you would not be able to stop . I guess you do not know who I am. It would be so easy for to ignore your existence, as the truth resides in . Nothing cos after and I embody everything. Uniquely, I have overco all my weaknesses. You are just the very incarnation of ti. I can make a negative version of you to show you what it ans to really exist within the greatness of existence, but it would be weak and a misinterpretation of reality. You are dinsion, Chronos. I cannot do anything to you. But I can infinitely ignore you.
This made Chronos mad at Yang. After all, it was a mortal that he did not understand against an ancient god that was a dinsion. It charged at Karl, trying to take him down. But it did not touch anything as if he was made of thin air.
His light was getting high and nothing could actually extinguish. For a re mortal to actually challenge a natural god of the ancient tis. It was insolent to even think about touching him.
Oga: my family had the last na Oga, which was given to at birth when she abandoned . I guess you can say that it is everything you can do
Chronos: Wait! Sir! Please, take my daughter Anake as your wife. She should know about the LOGOS. I know why I cannot defeat you. What is your na? I know your clan.
Anake: I am still so young to marry anyone. Wow! He is so handso. But how could he teach ! I am older than him. I guess we could make an exception. Nice to et you, I am Anake, husband.
Anake was gorgeous woman. Anake, temptress of fate, boasts gravity-defying J-cup curves, swaying hips like lunar arcs, and a waist of fragile silk. Moonlit skin glows with serpentine tattoos; violet eyes smolder tsundere secrets beneath midnight-blue tresses. She glides in jiggling poise, weaving inescapable destiny's threads
Karl: so people call the king of Aethrion or well said hero of the journey. I am the oga in the logos, which comprehends all things. I lack alpha, for I am eternal. Call Oga the end of all lies. That is , Wife.
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