Kronus

"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 ❤️&🔁 ?

--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! #ThereIsAnEnding

--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--

-- @SwanSongOfAll. Undetected as he was, however, the Immortal Timekeeper would manage to secure a pair of familiar earrings from @EliteZefia's allies, Shuen and Torno. Once behind the very being that he was fated to set free, Kronus would quickly rematerialize his physical--

--the first time in generations, and eons, his path was made clear. Shifting himself into the smallest grains of sand, with so much open space around him and the others that chose to arrive, he would scatter his form and shift each grain of his sands to converge behind--

--the opportunity to make amends for his own previous actions, as well as forge his own path. Whether or not he divulged that path to his previous jailer, though... It likely wouldn't have mattered. As soon as Zefia had opened a gateway for him to enter the living realm, for--

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--

--ear, hoping that she would at least TRY to aid him! #ThereIsAnEnding

--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--

--stop. "No. No... That's too much to ask of you..." He'd begin pacing. What was he doing? "Do you think you can gather ALL of the remaining forces that still exist in the living realms, to just ONE location? Not here, but out there?" His pacing quickened. "You've given me--

--timed joke, or something more, he seemed to be smiling again, while his eyes shifted to Zefia. "I remember that you were able to create a doorway between your realm and mine, to get your friends in and out of here. I have high faith you can do that again. Perhaps..." He'd--

--slowly bringing himself to his feet before taking into consideration the words of the Saiyan who had just freed him. Sure, she had found the terms that she was okay with going out on, but... "Suppose I'll have the rest of time to figure that out, won't I?" Either a poorly--

--of his other chains, however, a look of bewilderment swept across his visage; the Timekeeper's mouth slightly agape. His freedom was accidental, before. But now? At the conclusion of existence? For what seemed like an eternity, Kronus could only stare at his freed arms;--

--be allowed to even die, to begin with. Those other emotions, though... He couldn't quite pick them apart. What was left on his face, though, after she reminded him that she was there to make him feel less lonely... Was a smile. A soft one, at that. Once he felt the loosening--

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--

--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... #ThereIsAnEnding

--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--