Rex froze, stunned. Cronus rarely intervened, his sentient system and guardian was more of an enigmatic observer than a helper.
If anything, Cronus found amusement in Rex's struggles, often tossing out cryptic remarks or even outright chuckling at his misfortune. Help was a rarity, and Rex knew it.
"Why'd you help me, Cronus?" Rex whispered, his voice tinged with both curiosity and suspicion. His breath caught in his chest as he awaited an answer, the Sphinx's fiery gaze still locked on him.
Cronus's voice echoed in his mind, a low, rumbling tone laced with irritation and something almost resembling concern.
"Harbinger, these questions are not of thy time. They are relics of an age thou cannot comprehend. Even with thy wit, thou wouldst fail without my aid."
Rex's lips twitched in a faint, incredulous smirk. "Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence," he muttered under his breath, casting a sidelong glance at the towering Sphinx.
