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This time there’s no portal. Cronus simply appears near the sign, and takes the nearest convenient armchair to lounge in. For a minute or so he simply regards the Nexus with an air of strained patience.
"Well, well, here we are again." And he couldn't really say why, except that sometimes a god needs to get out of the old timeline for a while. He sits forward, his expression abruptly shifting to thoughtful. “What made you who you are today?”
"Well, well, here we are again." And he couldn't really say why, except that sometimes a god needs to get out of the old timeline for a while. He sits forward, his expression abruptly shifting to thoughtful. “What made you who you are today?”