A blank void isolated from space and time.
In this darkness, the enormous figure of the Great Usurper watched as the small shape of Chronos faded with a flicker of the essence of Reincarnation.
"Reincarnation…"
His ancient voice rumbled out as his form began to vibrate with an intense light. His eyes seemed reminiscent, but he quickly shook them as he focused on the direction that Chronos's soul was flowing back to.
Back to a certain river of time far different than the one he currently resided in!
Within this river of time were 9 anchors that currently stretched out dimly across spacetime, stretching across the uncrossable sea of Ruination...stretching even across Dimensions as it was reaching out towards the Great Usurper.
They looked like thin strands that could break at any moment, but they held a stupendous amount of power as it also seemed they were unbreakable.
