Right after the fusion of Dragon and Hou-Ou, Chronos was almost immediately pushed to his demise.
He had no regrets about protecting Tsukuyomi and their unborn child but things had been too hectic for him to figure out what the results of the fusion were.
Story of his life.
Chronos felt a momentary stillness wash over him, like a bird suspended in the sky, wings outstretched but not yet falling.
His life had been a tempest, a swirling maelstrom of uncertainties and threats, each new revelation complicating his understanding of his own nature.
Hephaestus's voice cut through the cobweb of his introspection, pulling him back into the immediate world.
"Hahaha! You may, in fact, be worth my time after all, young pup…"
Hephaestus boomed, patting Chronos on the back with a hand that felt like a slab of bedrock.
Chronos looked up, meeting Hephaestus's gaze.
"Do you… know what I've become?"
