As Chronos was gazing into the cosmos, a sudden thought struck him.
Chronos's gaze turned from the cosmos to the enigmatic figure, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes.
A sly grin tugged at the corners of his lips.
"So, uh... where are my gifts?"
He asked, his voice filled with playful anticipation.
The figure blinked in confusion, caught off guard by the unexpected question. He hesitated for a moment, searching for an answer.
"Gifts? What gifts?"
He stammered, his tone betraying a hint of unease.
Chronos crossed his arms, a mock sternness in his expression.
"You know, the gifts an ancestor would bestow upon a descendant on their first meeting. Surely there must be some grand treasure or ancient artifact awaiting me, right?"
The figure coughed nervously, his eyes darting around, searching for an escape from the conversation.
