In the cavernous expanse of Chronos's memory shard, a chilling stillness bridged the illusory coffee table that separated Chronos and the Dark Entity.
The Dark Entity finally broke the silence,
"Knowing you, you're probably coming up with ways to fish for information before you try to have your way with me…"
The tense, charged atmosphere, a thick brew of suspicion and curiosity, instantly transformed into something oddly peculiar.
Chronos's normally composed smirk twisted, froze into an awkward grimace.
A chuckle, hastily smothered, escaped his lips before he composed himself and coughed.
"*Ahem* I wouldn't phrase it like that…"
This time however, Aether did not respond, remaining seemingly oblivious to the connotations of his statement.
His voice took on an annoyed edge, laced with the weariness of a being banished from his own realm.
"Your primitive language is a bother."
