"ROAAARRRR!!!"
The roar echoed, a testament to his newfound power, leaving no doubt about the primacy of his existence.
He soared, leaving trails of grey flame across the sky, as if carving his place amongst the heavens.
And for a moment, the realm held its breath, as if acknowledging the dawn of a new era.
No sooner had Chronos's roar of dominion faded than the sky seemed to respond, its once-clear expanse suddenly darkening.
Clouds swelled in a turbulent dance, their underbellies bruised and heavy with ominous intent.
Like they were pregnant with malice, they swelled, distorting the fabric of the realm itself.
It was as if the realm itself was retaliating, disputing his audacious claim to supremacy.
From the depths of these looming masses, bolts of crimson lightning unfurled like the fingers of a wrathful god.
