Chronos's head throbbed with a sudden, piercing pain as a fleeting memory of Tsukuyomi's face flashed in his mind.
Her gentle eyes, her knowing smile—they were there and then gone, like a ghost's whisper.
The image was accompanied by a sense of longing, an emotional connection that he couldn't quite grasp.
"Your daughter???"
He gasped, his voice cracking.
"I can't … Remember…"
His hand shot to his temple, pressing against the skin as if to hold the memory in place.
His eyes were wide and searching, filled with confusion and a desperation to understand.
Izanami's breath caught in her throat, and her ethereal grace momentarily faltered.
Her eyes, filled with a mix of concern and excitement, were fixed on Chronos.
She looked as if she were about to take a step forward, her maternal instincts stirred by the mention of her daughter Tsukuyomi.
