Hephaestus, trembling with exhaustion, staggered towards a pedestal that held a single, tiny vial—Gaia Essence.
His hand hovered above the vial, shaking. A pang of heartache twisted his visage as he lifted the vial off its stand, uncorking it with a slight quiver.
"Do you know what this is, Chronos? The last essence of a dying planet, captured millennia ago. Its value transcends all measure, all worth,"
Hephaestus choked out, his eyes filled with the torment of parting from something infinitely precious.
With visible unwillingness, he poured the Gaia Essence into Chronos's newly crafted form.
'Last essence of a dying planet? How did he even come across such a treasure?'
Chronos thought, catching Hephaestus's momentary hesitation as his hand hovered over the Gaia Essence.
