The day after Chronos's family reunion, Chronos was once again back where he had been trapped in the past few weeks - his… "Throne".
Within the imposing, polished confines of the Parliament Chamber, the weight of governance had a way of folding Chronos's tall, toned figure into a slight slump upon his throne, his eyes scanning the holographic reports that danced around him in an ethereal glow.
A contemplative air seemed to cling to him, a storm brewing in the heart of the quiet.
At his side, Miko, his trusted secretary, was summarizing the progress of the empire's projects, her voice as rhythmic and soothing as the flow of a gentle brook.
Her words wove intricate tales of construction progress, population growth, and economic outlook.
But her melodious recital was suddenly cut short by a single muffled cough that echoed ominously in the grand chamber.
