To be alive, you need to know what you are alive for: you can lose your Will to Life in a few seconds at any moment. Mainly, this happens when one loses one loses one's love.
He had thought that Sophia had come a poor family, which he has studied without realizing that they had eliminated information about her: they needed to hide information about her. Even so, that was not enough for him to withstand such a distraction.
Honestly, it was not for him to survive: the whole accomplices of the universe were against the unity of these two. It seemed like they were trying to hide something from him.
Normally, gods would come lest they would want to see amalgamations of time. In order to see it, it was necessary for him to listen to the ginormous foundation of life.
One of those gods was Chronos, an divine deity of ZZ quality. He was observing Noah.
Year 2010 of the Gregorian calendar, it was raining while he could see every leaf fall upon every inch of the pavement, taking a breath with every thought that came to his mind.
It was like he was feeling like something conspicuous and timeless was coming after him: he deduced that it was against nothing. At first, it was just a feeling, but his realization became real.
It was more than real: it was a god. Chronos appeared before him majestically powerful, impetuous and imperious as if he had seen something, but at the same time, he had seen nothing.
Chronos, an impossible 20 feet, a colossus forged from the raw fury of forgotten epochs, his sculpted muscles rippling like tectonic plates shifting beneath storm-tossed seas. Each sinew was a masterpiece of divine brutality—broad shoulders that could eclipse the sun, arms corded with veins like rivers of molten iron, and a chest hewn from granite cliffs, etched with scars that whispered tales of battles against the void itself. His skin, a deep bronze kissed by eternal fire, gleamed with an otherworldly sheen, as if dusted in stardust and tempered by the crush of collapsing galaxies.
Chronos: You, mortal, are not welcome to this epoch. You do not belong to this timeline. I do not get how I did not get it, which means that part of me is not aligned with the river of time. Something has malfunctioned. Beside that, you are so absurd that I cannot see through you. You should know what awaits. After all, it is the first time that a mortal... wait... I cannot see your realm. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU? You gotta tell me what you are. From now on, you are forbidden from traveling back in time. To my surprise, you had already thought about this.
He would continue speaking and Yang would observe him. Initially, he did not think that he could be this way: His face was a storm incarnate: high cheekbones sharp as obsidian blades, eyes burning with the cold amber glow of hourglasses half-spilled, and a jawline set like the unyielding edge of time's scythe.
Strands of hair, wild and silver-threaded black, cascaded like comet tails down his back, whipping in an unseen wind that carried the echoes of ticking clocks and crumbling empires. He moved with the deliberate grace of a predator who had devoured eons, each step a seismic rumble that fractured the earth, yet his presence hummed with an electric poise, as if the universe itself held its breath in his shadow.
Yang: the river of time depends on the logos, and I understand it better than ever, which leads to do whatever my self-knowledge and my wills tell me. As for me traveling back in time, you would not be able to stop me. I guess you do not know who I am. It would be so easy for me to ignore your existence, as the truth resides in me. Nothing comes after and I embody everything. Uniquely, I have overcome all my weaknesses. You are just the very incarnation of time. I can make a negative version of you to show you what it means to really exist within the greatness of existence, but it would be weak and a misinterpretation of reality. You are dimension, Chronos. I cannot do anything to you. But I can infinitely ignore you.
This made Chronos mad at Yang. After all, it was a mortal that he did not understand against an ancient god that was a dimension. It charged at Karl, trying to take him down. But it did not touch anything as if he was made of thin air.
His light was getting high and nothing could actually extinguish. For a mere mortal to actually challenge a natural god of the ancient times. It was insolent to even think about touching him.
Omega: my family had the last name Omega, which was given to me at birth when she abandoned me. I guess you can say that it is everything you can do
Chronos: Wait! Sir! Please, take my daughter Anake as your wife. She should know about the LOGOS. I know why I cannot defeat you. What is your name? I know your clan.
Anake: I am still so young to marry anyone. Wow! He is so handsome. But how could he teach me! I am older than him. I guess we could make an exception. Nice to meet you, I am Anake, husband.
Anake was gorgeous woman. Anake, temptress of fate, boasts gravity-defying J-cup curves, swaying hips like lunar arcs, and a waist of fragile silk. Moonlit skin glows with serpentine tattoos; violet eyes smolder tsundere secrets beneath midnight-blue tresses. She glides in jiggling poise, weaving inescapable destiny's threads
Karl: some people call me the king of Aethrion or well said hero of the journey. I am the omega in the logos, which comprehends all things. I lack alpha, for I am eternal. Call me Omega the end of all lies. That is me, Wife.