Kiro braced himself for the jump—that's what he decided to name it, it was eerily similar to his jump skill. He expected to be transported out of the battlefield but that was not happening. He remained rooted where he stood.
He looked over his shoulder for a brief second only to see Chronos wincing. He looked to be having troubles with something, was his skin colour always that pale? Kiro couldn't be sure.
He wasn't willing to leave the war anyway, he wished he could watch it until the very end. But now he was noticing a god malfunction, tried as he did to hide it, his eye was keener and it caught him.
'How do you go about asking whether a god is okay?' He wondered expecting Chronos to read his mind, but that never happened either.
