Back in the Empire of Tertius, the majestic doors of Chronos's room flew open.
The room was still and serene, the peace punctuated only by the soft and rhythmic breathing of Chronos, who remained in his meditative pose.
As the door creaked open, casting an elongated shadow that danced over Chronos' serene figure, a faint frown creased Tsukuyomi's brow.
The slightest prickling of unease washed over her; her instincts strumming a disquieting tune.
Something about Chronos, though he seemed perfectly still and in control, seemed...off.
Without thinking, her hand shot out, grasping Grandmama Tai Sui's arm firmly, stopping the matriarch in her tracks.
Grandmama Tai Sui's gaze shot to Tsukuyomi, her ancient eyes filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity.
Ignoring the inquisitive gaze of the older woman, Tsukuyomi's eyes slipped closed as she focused inward, reaching out with the invisible tendrils of their mystical bond.
