"Two years; you speak as though two years isn't a long time," Umbra narrowed his eyes at the emissary and she chuckled and leaned her head, taking his cheeks into her palms and kissing his upside-down forehead.
"Indeed, it is not, I have existed timelessly; the power which circulates within you is the same that which dwells within me, your soul is as old in essence as my existence, time is of no concern to beings like us, my King, it is a construct created by weak mortals who try to make use of their worthless existences by doing as much as they can while they still breathe air they do not deserve," Giza sighed with a helpless shrug. "You will correct the Grand Collective and make it whole again, when you kill Sol Vestic and destroy the root of all life, then death and chaos will rule once more, and I... I will be the humble servant to your eternal throne."
