"H-how could you!" A loud voice suddenly cut through the chaotic atmosphere, jolting him from his thoughts. The voice was laced with hate and anger, so strong it sent a shiver down his spine.
"Huh…?" Leon muttered, slowly turning his head in the direction the shout came from.
His eyes locked onto a grey haired figure slowly floating toward him. He easily recognised the face, and his eyes widened slightly in surprise.
"Kronos?" Leon murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly in disbelief.
Kronos was indeed the one flying towards him, however,
It was indeed Kronos, the celestial mage, however, his current appearance was a far cry from the elegant one he remembered.
The sight of him was almost surreal, like looking at a broken statue of a fallen hero.
Kronos's once-vibrant complexion had faded to an ashen, ghostly colour, along with red veins which bulged around his forehead.
