Tyr frowned at his request.
"Does the universe look like a clock that you can push the needles on whenever you want to? Time is not a train that you can speed along its railway whenever you desire."
Gaius looked at Tyr, his eyes squinting in anger. He couldn't force the old god into action with threats of harm, since, as Tyr said, one couldn't harm time.
But he had other ways of forcing his hand.
"Tyr. Remember that I was the one to create the followers who give you power. I can just as easily erase them. I am the god of creation, but I am also the wrathful one, the god of destruction."
Tyr snorted a laugh.
"You do that. Then I won't have the power required to do you that favour of yours. For a god, you aren't always the sharpest."
"Enough!"
In his anger, golden vortexes appeared all around Gaius, sucking in the dirt and stone comprising the mountain. Tyr frowned.
