"SPEAK!"
Omodaru's voice filled the chamber, like thunder shaking the mountains.
"She is the mother of my unborn child,"
Chronos said, tension thickening the air.
Omodaru's eyes bore into Chronos, digging deep as if trying to unearth his very essence.
Turning to Amaterasu, the red-haired prince standing beside him, he whispered,
"Amaterasu, the last time I checked, wasn't little Tsukuyomi only five years old? Has it even been a year?"
Amaterasu only frowned and nodded, adding weight to Omodaru's rising suspicion.
"YOU MONSTER!"
Omodaru's voice boomed like a volcano, his hand slamming down onto the armrest of his throne.
A burst of energy erupted from it, echoing his rage throughout the chamber.
"Tsukuyomi is only a child! How could you?!"
Chronos was at a loss for words.
