Amid the tranquil vastness of the mirror lake, Chronos stood, a solitary figure bathed in the celestial glow reflected from the celestial sky that the glassy surface mirrored perfectly.
Every star twinkled on the surface as if the heavens had descended to bear witness to his growth.
His eyes were closed, an emblem of stillness, as the dimensional energies, both subtle and profound, formed an ethereal map of his surroundings as his pores breathed in the environment around him.
He could feel the dimension's energies pulsating around him, each wave resonating with the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Silence draped him like a heavy mantle, the world seemingly holding its breath, as if every fiber of his being was caught in a tug of war between stillness and the urging to spring into motion.
Amaterasu, with his innate mastery of stealth, was near impossible to detect with the naked eye.
His phenomenal speed blurred the lines of reality.
