Kronos. The God of Time

Kronos frowned, and the cycle of destruction and creation in front of him stopped. The world returned to its normal state as if all that just happened was nothing more than a mirage.

“Guess I’ll have to take a look myself.” Muttered Kronos, his form disappearing from the dark space and quickly appearing inside the world.

“What a cursed place, demigod-level seals after seals all over, the Spirit Well link is split, the Tower’s influence is all over it, and an anchored timeline.” exclaimed Kronos while looking all around, his gray eyes peeking into every corner of the world.

“Kronos, we should search for the anchor as quickly as possible. Who knows how long The Tower’s influence will remain weakened.” A deep and hoarse voice resounded around him, and Kronos nodded, slowly drifting across the land, searching for clues.

“Can you feel anything?”

“Walk further south. This place reeks only of death.”