Chronos gracefully pushed his body backward, moving with the effortless fluidity of a tai chi master, his movements seemingly slow but filled with a profound purpose.
He let his gaze roam across the expanse of the chamber, coming to rest upon two figures.
Xelithos, the colossal humanoid whose stature dwarfed all others present, and the sultry Ezara.
She stood with a pronounced arch in her back, arms crossed beneath her bust, a pose that seemed calculated for allure.
As Kaldor's heart, still pulsating, was casually discarded to the side by Xelithos, Chronos's voice pierced the stillness.
"That was a snake, not a lizard…"
Ezara's voice, dripping with honeyed mischief, echoed in the cavernous room.
"Anything with scales is a lizard to me…"
She declared, a flirtatious twinkle in her eye.
Without warning, an eruption of energy radiated from Chronos.
