Two Gods lay dead on the obsidian platform.
The ambient energy of the Apex Realm was shrieking in chaotic dissonance. The fundamental laws of reality violently unraveled without their anchors.
Standing near the edge of the cosmic tear, the final ruler of the multiversal battery farm realized he was entirely and utterly doomed.
Chronos the Heavenly Sovereign of Time did not look like a man at all.
He was a towering shifting construct of intricate golden gears, glowing pendulums, and starlight mechanisms. His face was a featureless clock dial that constantly ticked backward and forward.
He looked at the ashes of Karma. He looked at the severed arm of Space.
Then he looked at Arthur Sterling who was casually cleaning a speck of golden blood off his dark coat.
Chronos didn't scream. He didn't monologue either.
He slammed his mechanical hands straight onto the glass floor and activated the ultimate forbidden taboo of the cosmos.
"Temporal Lock: Absolute Stasis."
