Reinforcements

"Why are you smirking? Am I missing something?" The White Titan's incident was a disaster. It induced a time of change that would be irreversible for those that remined. The Gods stopped being as untouchable as before, and many of them suffered greatly because of that. In Seth's and his Pantheon's case, they lost their unique advantage, which was their ability to revive endlessly until the moment of their natural death.

Naturally, that meant that when Seth was killed by the White Titan, he lost his capacity to come back from the dead. He shouldn't even be here. And yet, here he was, not looking the slightest bit bothered by the inquiry. His smirk was not one of 'I cheated death' but one that made it seem like he was... pleased—proud? by the outcome.

"My circumstances are... complicated. I am mere husk of my former self. That explanation should be enough for you, who were never interested in details." The Kingslayer ignored his fellow God's question about his expression, and answered his previous one, which was more important to the current state of affairs.

"If you can't explain it simply, you don't understand it well enough. Although the husk part explains a little of... this." Khronos gestured with his hands to Seth's entire form, making the black-haired man raise an puzzled eyebrow.

"I don't quite follow." He doubted the Time God was referring to his appearance or level of power. After all, Khronos didn't exert any natural Divinity, so he wouldn't be one to talk.

The white-haired man made an almost soundless grunt. He had hoped his gesture would have been enough to convey his meaning, but it seemed it was too much to ask an old dog to learn new tricks. "You are too calm."

A second raised eyebrow followed the first. "So? I don't see a reason why that would be something worth mentioning."

"A rabid beast that only knows how to bite is sitting without agitation in front of me. If I didn't know better, I would call you an impostor." Clarity finally downed on Seth's face. Leaving the free insult aside, the image he had outside of Egypt and the current one he was displaying did indeed look different.

"I went through a rebellious phase. Everyone does at some point in their life." He lightly shrugged at the accusation. His tone was noncommittal, something that made the other God sigh deeply.

"We are Gods, we don't go through rebellious phases, only humans do." The last part was said in passing, but as if he had had an epiphany, his gaze that was on the empty teacup mere moments ago rose to meet his.

"So that was it. Your mellowed down personality, and your sudden stupidity, as well as the feeling I get that makes me think I am not talking to an equal. You somehow gained human traits, didn't you?" As soon as Khronos finished speaking, Seth's attitude took a 180 degrees turn.

If he had to make a list about an event in his life that he hated the most, then his imprisonment would be on the top of the said list. Being reminded of that sickening experience was not something he enjoyed in the slightest.

"Aren't you afraid of being proven wrong? Bold statements such as those should be made carefully." The chatters coming from the kitchen were muting the hissing sound of multiple snakes coiling around Khronos' legs from under the table.

"No, I am not. You will only end up proving me right in the end. In fact, you are doing it now." His unflinching and apathetic tone didn't elicit a chance in Seth's expression this time, as if he already expected it.

Without an ounce of hurry, the white-haired man moved his hands and caught one snake that was trying to slowly crawl its way into his mid-section. Not even a second after, the reptile began to age at an incredible rate, crumbling into dark particles instantly. The other snakes at his feet suffered a similar fate as well.

"..." A deep silence emerged between the two of them. Neither said anything for an hour-like minute, until Khronos decided to break it.

"We will have to cease this shortly otherwise the others will get suspicious. I only have one final question that has been bugging me for a while." After the little act of his fellow God was over, the white-haired man decided to ask about something that had been on his mind since the moment he laid his eyes on him.

"Be quick." Seth's response was dry and short. His mood had been brutally butchered really quick, so he didn't want to exchange more words than necessary with the Time God for now.

"Why do I feel Poseidon's Authority in you?" Khronos' voice had dropped an octave, and his eyes narrowed in seriousness. By no means he wanted to sound threatening; it was just that this particular topic couldn't be taken lightly.

"For someone with no Divinity like Artemis, you sure have good senses." A rare sneer adorned his face. However, he still decided to humor him. "I revived him and stole his weapon, that's it."

"I see..." He wanted to ask about Artemis, but he himself said that they shouldn't prolong their talk, so he would stick to that.

Seth rose up from his seat and went to where the others were, leaving Khronos to his own thoughts. 'This world is a mess. So many things happened that only made everything worse. Things that even time can't fix.'

He had wished again and again that he could do something about the events that led to their downfall, but everything had its limits, and the consequences for altering the past were more disastrous than they seemed.

The only saving grace he had was that he could live during the time where Gods were still reigning, so he was always at the peak of his strength. Unfortunately, coming to this future had its own set of rules he had to abide by. There was no way he could cheat the World into accepting his existence as a God when every single one of them had been relieved of their duties.

He was able to find a human that shared a similar wave length with him, so he used his body to manifest. It was a strange fusion, but a successful one nonetheless. The person known as Albert Einstein got his time powers upgrade tremendously, albeit at the cost of Khronos' Divinity. As the body he now inhabited was a Servant with an already set Spirit Origin, losing it was an expected consequence, so there was little he could do.

Sighing a bit at his situation, the white-haired man placed the already empty and cold cup on the table before standing up. 'With Seth-Typhon's addition, a new trickster joins the mix. Something will eventually call the horses of winter here, but what...? There are so many unknowns that I will be forced to experiment. Then again, I will have to find a Space God or someone with space powers for it to work.'

A small smile found its way onto his face as he thought of the future. 'This Singularity is a congregation of those that refuse death. Truly, the gathering of the Undying Gods.'

Looking forward to what happened next, Khronos then joined the others.

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After everyone had dinner and got to know each other, albeit with a little difficulty considering the sudden freezing atmosphere between Seth and Einstein, everyone headed to rest. Henry was hospitable enough to give them their own rooms. The black-haired man preferred to stay on the couch, though.

He would have stayed outside keeping watch, but with the fog messing his senses and the poor visibility, chances were that he would only end up giving their location to the enemy, so he opted for remaining inside.

The Kingslayer slept for the first few hours of the night before using his remaining time to contact Darwin. Seth had sent her a video he secretly recorded of his and Khronos' conversation. He wanted her opinion on him and his potential threat, and depending on her answer, he would summon her here.

Her answer left him doubting. She was of the opinion that his level of danger might come more from Einstein side than from Khronos. Ruler was living proof that the Throne of Heroes worked in mysterious ways at the time of giving powers to a Servant. After all, someone like her ended up having the power to restrain Gods.

In the end, he had postponed her summoning to another time. It was still too early to decide what could be useful and what not. He reckoned that a few more days would be enough to see if her presence was needed or not. She had her job to do at Chaldea, and calling her here to be a sitting duck would not benefit either of them. Naturally, Charles agreed with that reasoning and left him to his own devices with a last "Be careful" after that.

Night went by quickly, and morning came. The first to wake up was surprisingly Jekyll. The blonde was a little surprised at seeing him awake. Even so, he still offered him a cup of coffee as courtesy. There was not much he could give considering the line of supplies to the city had been cut, but Seth didn't mind.

They were soon joined by the rest one by one. After a good night of sleep, they were totally ready to go out and do what they came here for. But first, they would summon the necessary Servants to help them in this endeavor.

In spite of his indecision at the moment of summoning Ruler, the Kingslayer already had someone else in mind that would be incredible useful regardless of who they faced just because of the nature of his powers alone, and that would be Asterios.

His Noble Phantasm worked incredible well against a large number of enemies, and he could shift it as he pleased as well, meaning that he could choose who faced who following Seth's orders. The Minotaur's utility was something he valued greatly.

The Egyptian God didn't know who Fujimaru was going to summon, and he didn't plan to tell him who could be optimal either. He would leave the decision to him as it would stimulate his growth in the strategical department. He just wished the kid wouldn't summon Saber Alter. The last thing they needed was two court jesters trying to see who made the most fool out of themselves.

Speaking of which, Mordred wanted to see the summoning process, but Jekyll prevented her from doing so, probably knowing that she would start wanting to measure herself against the Servants of the supposed saviors of humanity. Lancer was practically the same, but at least she had the decency to hide it behind a mask of refinement. Khronos, for his part, wasn't interested in the slightest. He was enjoying his tea with a thinking look, ignoring everyone else.

They chose an unused but spacious room to call for help. That way, they would be away from prying eyes, or in this case, lightning swords.

"You can start first, Fujimaru. Don't take your time, though. After this we are going out." Fujimaru said nothing at Seth's words; he just assented, already used to doing things first. And obviously, he would not waste precious times either. He planned to live by his word and help fix this Singularity as soon as possible after hearing the number of people that had fallen prey to the fog.

"Before that... Didn't the name Henry Jekyll sound family to you two?" Even as Mash asked that, she was still placing her shield on the ground and setting everything up.

The Japanese youth shook his head while Seth seemed to be thinking about something. "Truth be told, his name doesn't ring a bell. However, it's obvious by your question that he is someone relatively famous. Whichever the case, don't mention it to him. Telling someone their end is never a pleasant experience for the other party."

Shielder agreed with that, but she had another concern. "You may not know it, but he—"

"—is struggling with something that is driving him mad. He looks like he is in a constant fight with a demon inside of him. I could tell that much." How could he not realize? He had two guys messing with his head whenever they could, and Olga the freeloader too.

"Be that as it might, it doesn't change the fact that we shouldn't speak about his life with him. If things get difficult, I will intervene to make sure he doesn't go crazy." His reassurance was enough to put the matter to rest.

The process to use the Leyline to contact Chaldea with Mash's shield was fairly easy and quick, as they had done so before, though it was only to receive supplies and not Servants.

Fujimaru stepped forward with his right hand closed into a fist in front of his chest. His Command Spells were shining a bright red as he concentrated on the Servants he wanted to call. It was a strange sensation, like finding the toy you wanted inside a box filled with them.

Eventually, though, he was able to find who he was looking for, and call them to his aid. One by one, three figures appeared after a flash of light illuminated the room.

When he saw the figures, Seth started wondering what Fujimaru had in mind when he asked for them.