GRIND, FLASH, BOOM
The weight of the boulder, the strain of his muscles, the sound of the grind—all were momentarily eclipsed as another memory surged forth, more potent and cataclysmic than anything before.
It was the figure again, the dual being of darkness and light, and this time there was motion, an act of withdrawal, and then...
"THE AUDACITY! THE INSOLENCE!! How dare they touch our descendants!!!"
The words were more than just spoken; they were a cataclysmic roar, an eruption that vibrated from the figure's core, shaking Chronos to his very foundations.
This was not merely anger; it was rage so pure and intense that it ripped through the constraints of thought, resonating as a visceral ache within the very fabric of his soul.
