Nakamura tapped Kronos’s hand as he immediately let go of him, Nakamura grasped his neck as he dropped to the floor as started breathing heavily.

“I-I’ll bring you there”.

He started to waddle as he walked slowly grasping his own throat.

Kronos walked directly behind him as he kicked Nakamura’s behind, looking down at him like he was a rat.

“You know what I’m going to do don’t you? You’ve already planned for this scenario”.

Nakamura grasped his neck as he spoke in a raspy voice.

“It’s a fair trade don’t you think so”?

Kronos slapped Nakamura’s head, immediately making his nose bleed.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, go faster”.

Nakamura began to speed up rapidly as he started to run, Kronos was easily catching up making it seem as if he was gliding across the floor.

After a while had passed, they both ended up in an abandoned house.

“You really like abandoned places don’t you”?

“These were the only places around”.

“I didn’t ask”.

Nakamura’s head flew straight into the wooden wall, shards of the wood pierced right through his neck and arms as he began to recollect himself, his amorphous shape began forming back to what it was, immediately dusting it off like he was a blob.

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Kronos looked down at the plastic pipes beneath his feet, the same liquid he saw before was being transported from a single chamber.

The chamber was filled with a strange liquid slowly siphoning Vann’s boundless energy, his body floated there within the chamber.

Kronos tapped on the glass as it shattered into pieces with a pang, Vann’s body dropped onto the ground lifeless yet it was exuding enough energy to power the entire world for an eternity.

“Thanatos, transfer me to his body”.

A hand crawled out from Kronos’s shadow, its arm twisted in grotesque ways as his bones began to crack. A body began to come out as he crawl on the stone floor, he had dimmed yellow eyes with snow like hair, his eyes were dark and empty.

Thanatos held Vann’s head, pressing his thumb onto the forehead. His finger began to sink in as Vann’s body began to shake violently as if he were having a seizure.

Kronos stared down at the body as his eyes began to lose its bright blue color, his eyes got darker and darker until his pupils became pitch black.

Neila had regained control of his own body.

Kronos’s soul floated into Vann’s body, Vann’s eyes began to glow a diamond blue as he stood up, hunched over as he smiled, his mouth split from one side of his face to the other.

Neila finally regained consciousness, crawling on the ground, his nails began to bleed as he scraped against the rough stone floor. His eyes were dilating and his entire body was still shaking from the shock, Neila was still mentally suffering from the millions of deaths that he experienced over and over again.

“Huh, I can’t believe that you were hiding this all along”.

He stared at the hourglass that sat on the nearby table right next to the Dagger.

He looked back at Nakamura squinting his eyes.

“You’re a smart child, no wonder Erebus took you in even when you were still human, how about you work for me instead”?

Nakamura bowed before him.

“I’m afraid that I’ll be unable to do, your might is too much even for me, serving under you would drag down your title”.

Kronos sat on Neila’s back as he was crawling away, making him act as a stool for him to sit on.

“So you’re rejecting me”?

Neila was crying and sobbing underneath Kronos, his eyes were empty like a void, his soul was completely broken at this point.

Kronos began pushing down more on Neila’s back as he lifted his legs and crossed them.

Nakamura put his head down before Kronos.

“I would not say that, rather than that, I believe that I’m not good enough for you”.

“What if”. Kronos got closer to Nakamura. “I just forced you to, how are you going to reject me then”?

Kronos got up close with Nakamura, staring directly into his eyes, he smiled wickedly as his hot breath pushed up against Nakamura’s cheeks, Nakamura was completely frozen, a single wrong move would signal the end for him.

A single bead of sweat dropped down Nakamura’s cheeks as it dripped down onto Neila’s face, immediately awaking him from his trance.

Neila stumbled back against the broken wooden walls.

“Ah, ah”.