Victor couldnât say it was the first time heâd seen the
enraged. It was a rare occurrence â so rare it felt like the stars themselves had to align for it to happen again.
And yet, it happened. On the few occasions Victor had witnessed that fury, the outcome had always been the same: the
âs enemies never lived to see daylight again.
This time, however, was different. Victor knew that the enemy they faced wasnât something simple â not one of those threats you could take on just because you were angry and had plenty of determination to spare. He could feel the weight of possibilities collapsing around him, fearing every scenario where things might go wrong.
It wasnât only his own fate that worried him, but also the danger this could pose to the
. As unlikely as it sounded, Victor had come to see her not just as an ally, but as a companion... maybe even as a friend.
A strange friend? Sure. An absurdly powerful friend, capable of bringing about the worldâs end? Also true. But above all, she was someone you could trust â someone who would reach out without hesitation in the darkest moments. No matter how unpredictable she was, she never failed to help those she truly cared about.
Of course, as much as Victor worried about the
, his little sister also lingered in his thoughts. Yet again, he found himself powerless. There was nothing he could do â in fact, there was nothing any human could do.
All that remained was to watch, tense and silent, and wait for the outcome of the clash between those two entities â beings as distant and overwhelming as forces of nature themselves.
Victor stood quietly, one step behind, as the
approached what he could only describe as a Tentacle â though he wasnât even sure thatâs what it truly was. The
wasnât exactly walking; her movement was more like floating... or perhaps swimming.
Beads of sweat slid down Victorâs face, even though the place wasnât hot â or cold, for that matter. That space â if one could even call it that â seemed suspended between both extremes. He swallowed hard, unsure what unsettled him more: the Tentacle before him, or the calm, unreadable way the
glided toward it.
Lost in thought as he watched the
â that strange being whose form resembled a tentacle â Victor was pulled out of his trance by a voice at his side: âItâs been a while since Iâve seen my sister with that expressionâ The words were spoken in a completely neutral tone, devoid of emotion, as if stating something ordinary. Naturally, the voice belonged to his little sister.
âI can imagine...â Victor murmured, a nervous half-smile tugging at his lips: âSince the day I met her, sheâs barely changed her expressionâ He paused, his eyes drifting as if recalling a specific memory. An ironic smile curved his lips before he added: âExcept when sheâs eating ice cream. Her lips move just a few centimeters... but itâs so subtle you could almost miss itâ
After his words, he felt her gaze on him. Turning, he found Saraâs eyes fixed on him â calm, curious, attentive. For a moment, neither said anything. Then, in a way surprisingly natural for the current Sara, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips â so slight it was almost imperceptible.
âIce cream is goodâ she murmured softly.
Victor blinked, surprised by the unexpected response. Even so, something about it made him feel strangely relieved: âRight...â he chuckled quietly: âI remember you always liked strawberry ice creamâ A faint smile crossed his face as he added: âWhen we get out of here, weâll have some â you, me... and the
â
Victor noticed Saraâs silent, intense stare before she finally nodded. He couldnât tell whether it was out of satisfaction or simple acceptance, but he chose to believe it was the former.
Still, another thought crossed his mind: (Well... I guess all I can do now is trust the
. Or at least, thatâs what my instincts are telling me) He let out an ironic smile. In the end, for as long as he could remember, the
â in her own strange and unpredictable ways â always ended up winning. Always.
My gaze, fixed on the âFlow of Timeâ was so cold that even I found it unsettling. I hadnât realized I was capable of such an expression â empty, frigid, almost inhuman.
I could clearly see my reflection â still, tense... and yet overflowing with silent rage. Yeah, I was angry. Inside and out. In a way words could never fully describe.
It wasnât unusual for me to feel anger internally, but seeing it surface outwardly was, in a way, new. My face almost never changed â like a permanent mask. Thatâs why seeing my own features twisted like that now was... frightening.
It felt strange, unsettling â like staring at another version of myself. It was that same eerie sensation you get when you look in the mirror and, for a split second, realize the reflection staring back isnât actually you.
But setting that aside, I still didnât know whether the âFlow of Timeâ had actually received â or even understood â my message. Technically, it didnât have anything like a âmindâ capable of thought or reflection.
Even so, it was impossible to deny: it had sensed the subtle, suffocating shift that filled the air around us. Proof of that was the moment it turned its focus â once fixed on Chronas with near-obsessive attention â and redirected it entirely toward me.
I didnât move an inch. I stayed exactly where I was, staring at the âFlowâ before me â and, curiously, it seemed to stare right back. One of its tentacles slowly drifted closer, gliding through the air like a curious serpent, examining every particle around us.
I could feel the energy vibrating in the air, a barely perceptible touch probing something deep inside me. Or rather... probing my energy. And how did I know that? Simple. This wasnât exactly the first time something like this had happened.
I donât remember when or why, but this scene isnât unfamiliar. I get the feeling Iâve been through it countless times before â the same actions, the same emptiness in my chest, the same silence all around.
Still, no matter how hard I try, I canât recall how it ended. All I know is that if Iâm alive right now, it mustâve worked out somehow... or at least, thatâs what I want to believe.
Thatâs also why I feel so confident â besides, of course, being completely pissed that some insignificant little thing thinks it can monopolize my sister. Iâm the older brother; thereâs no way in hell Iâm letting that happen.
The tentacle kept moving closer, gliding with eerie grace as it coiled around me, as if studying me up close. I could feel its cold touch, scanning every fragment of my being.
Despite the confidence I tried to keep, the truth was, I had no idea how to fight â not if it came down to that. After all, we were literally inside time â and how do you even fight something like that?
I didnât know how far its power extended compared to Chronasâs, but one thing was certain: whatever this was, it definitely wasnât something I could afford to underestimate.
My anomalous power â Golden Dimension, as I decided to call it â shares a few similarities with temporal control. Still, even I know itâs not true time manipulation. The enemies donât actually freeze inside my circle; itâs me who moves so absurdly fast that everything around seems frozen.
But would that ability even work on this thing? Honestly, I had no clue. Maybe it would, simply because this wasnât Chronas... yet that didnât change the fact that the Flow of Time was practically its own entity â a consciousness born from time itself, yet separate from her.
A creation of Chronas, made so she wouldnât feel so alone in that vast, silent space. In the end, it was my fault. I never made time for her â for any of them, really.
My sisters always stayed isolated in their own domains, and Iâd only visit once in a while, as if that were enough. I regret that. I always have. But back then, it was necessary... or at least thatâs what I kept telling myself.
Now, I canât even remember the exact reason â I just know it was. Still, setting aside all those gloomy thoughts, I considered myself ready â maybe a bit less confident than when Iâd stepped forward to face the Flow of Time before Chronas, but confident enough.
Even so, not even in my wildest guesses could I have imagined what was about to happen next. The tentacle, which until then had been circling me like a serpent assessing its prey, brushed against my back â a cold, almost curious touch.
And in that instant, something inside me stirred â like a kind of âradarâ sweeping through my body from the inside out. The sensation was strange, but not threatening, so I stayed still, just watching.
Then, suddenly, the radar hit something. I felt it clearly â a barrier, a presence that blocked its reach. The moment it happened, the radar recoiled violently, like it had just touched fire.
At the same time, the tentacle behind me shuddered. Its sinuous form began trembling from tip to base, as if a chill had run through it... or maybe it was fear.
It wasnât just the tentacle â the entire âSeaâ around us started to tremble... or maybe sway? The waves were moving in this strange way, almost like the ocean itself was breathing unevenly.
Not knowing what to do, I just stood there, motionless, trying to keep a cold, unshaken expression â even though inside, I was completely stunned, wondering if that thing was, I donât know... running a fever or something.
And then, as if I were some kind of wild beast ready to strike, the tentacle abruptly withdrew. The movement was so fast, so sudden, that for a brief moment, I couldâve sworn it had simply teleported from one place to another.
I stood there in complete silence, unable to react. The scene in front of me was so absurd that, for a moment, I actually thought I might be seeing things. Behind me, Victor broke the silenceâhis voice carried the same disbelief that had frozen me in place: âWhat did you do?â
What did I do? Honestly, Iâd like to know that myself! I mean... that thing tried to probe me, and all I did was stand there and watch. Then, out of nowhere, it started shaking on its own and vanishedâsome kind of teleportation, maybe. And now, somehow, Iâm the one who looks like the villain in all this. How does that even make sense?
As I watched the tentacle move on the other side, my mind shrank to a single question â confused, dazed, almost desperate: (Seriously... what the hell just happened just now?)