With a plan in mindâor at least the first fragments of oneâI stared at the tentacle before me. It trembledânot from cold, but from fear, it seemed.
The âSeaâ around me wasnât behaving much differently; it rippled in uneven spasms, as if something invisible was disturbing it down to its depths. Honestly, I had no idea what could be causing so much fear. Iâm not exactly a terrifying figureâat least, not that Iâm aware of.
Itâs true that Iâve encountered the âFlowâ before, but my memories of those meetings are blurry, like distant echoes submerged underwater. I donât remember what we said, or what happened. All I know is that somehow, I always end up back here... and it always recognizes me.
Still, looking at the shrunken tentacle and the âSeaâ trembling furiously around it, I was simply stunned. Seriously... my former selfâwhat the hell did you do to the âFlow?â What on earth could I have done to leave Time itself looking this traumatized?
Of course, personally, I didnât mind in the slightestâactually, quite the opposite. I had no clue why it was acting this way toward me, but clearly, this was an opportunity to turn things in my favor, to steer everything in the direction I wanted.
When that thought hit me, I moved my feetâjust one step forward. But the âFlow,â as if it had just heard a death sentence, flinched back even farther, in a sudden, almost instinctive motion.
Well... I canât say I felt completely comfortable with the situation, but it would be a lie to deny the small surge of pride that came with being feared like this. Alright, my former selfâwhatever you did back then, Iâll admit you made things a lot easier for me. Consider yourself forgiven.
With that thought in mind, and feeling a bit more confident, I kept moving toward the âFlowâ Just like before, it pulled its body back, and the âSeaâ around us quivered again, as if reacting to my presence.
But the next moment, the tentacle suddenly rose, lifting its body into the airâit was three, no... four times my height. Instinctively, I looked up, trying to find what might be its face. A shiver ran down my spine as a doubt crossed my mind: had my plan failed?
But instead of attacking me, as Iâd expected, the opposite happened. The instant my eyes locked on the tip of the tentacleâwhere I assumed its âfaceâ would beâthe âFlowâ drew back, almost as if it had been caught off guard.
I blinked, confused by the strange, illogical reaction. Still, it played in my favor. I didnât know why it had tried to stare me down like that, but one thing was clear: no matter how much it tried to hide it, it was still afraid of me.
Then, I spoke my intentions to the âFlowâ I had no idea if it could understand my words, but I knewâwith a strange certaintyâthat it could feel intentions.
(Being greedy isnât a good look...) I began, my voice colder than I intended. Apparently, I was still angry: (We brought a substitute. You donât really need my sister, do you? Just take the substitute before I have to act... you donât want that to happen... do you?)
There was no response, not the slightest hint of movement from the âFlowâ It just stood thereâmotionlessâwith what I assumed was its face slowly turning toward me, as if watching in silence. For a brief moment, the âSeaâ around us quaked violently, almost as if the âFlowâ itself were considering my words.
When I finished speaking, I stood still before the tentacle, just watching, trying to figure out what it might do next. I wasnât sure if it had fully understood my wordsâbut something in its posture made it clear that it got the message.
Then, it moved. So fast that any mortal eye would have missed itâit looked more like a jump through space, a brief flash, as if it had teleported.
It seized the substitute with perfect precision, and for a fleeting moment before vanishing completely, it turned toward me. That silent, almost inquisitive look was the last thing I saw before it sank back into the depths of the surrounding âSeaâ.
It all happened so quickly it was hard to grasp. In mere seconds, it was overâno battle, no threats, no resistance. The silence that followed hung heavy in the air, long and uneasy.
Victor was the first to break it, his voice shaky, as if still trying to make sense of what had just happened: âSo... thatâs it? Itâs over?â
I didnât know what to say, so I let the silence fill the space, scanning the area for any sign, any trace. But nothing. No sound, no vibrationâjust a strange emptiness. Had the âFlowâ really disappeared? It seemed so. At least, as far as I could tell, there was no sign of it coming back.
As those thoughts crossed my mind, Chronasâwho had remained silent until thenâfinally spoke. Her voice, as always, was emotionless, steady, cold: âThis reminds me... my sister used to have arguments like this whenever she came to visitâ
Hearing Chronasâs words, I turned to look at her. Her face remained expressionless, yet it was impossible not to noticeâas clearly as daylightâthe affection and admiration in her eyes. She was literally radiating love.
Even with my mind clouded by doubts about what she had just said, I couldnât stop the hesitant question that slipped out of my mouth: (Did I... use to fight that tentacle before?)
Chronas watched me in silence for a few seconds before nodding, as if replaying fragments of those events in her mind. Then, her small lips parted, and her soft voice echoed through the air: âNot always... but he started getting annoyed by all your visits. We had a few arguments, and once, he trapped me here so I could never see you again, sisterâ
Her eyes shimmered for a moment, a mix of admiration and memory glinting in them: âAnd then... you showed up. You fought him. I remember that after that, he never bothered me againâ
I blinked, trying to process what Iâd just heard. Victor, who had been quietly listening the whole time, looked just as lost as I was. Our eyes met for a momentâconfused, searching for some kind of answer in each other. Then, in a low, cautious tone, he broke the silence: âSara... do you remember exactly what your sister did that day?â
After Victorâs question, Chronasâs expression turned slightly pensive. For a few seconds, she remained silent, as if searching her memories for a precise answer. Then she shook her head.
âI donât knowâ she said with a faint frown: âSister just took him somewhere else and, when she came back, he... didnât bother me anymore. But...â She paused briefly, her gaze distant: âHe seemed terrified of her, every time she showed up after thatâ
At Chronasâs words, Victor blinked, slowly turning his gaze back to me. One eyebrow arched, showing a mix of curiosity and suspicion. His voice was low, but steady: âWhat exactly did you do?â
Hearing his words, I could only let out a sigh. How was I supposed to know something like that? Besides, if he really messed with my sister, then thatâs on himânot me. I just reacted. I didnât do anything wrong... at least, thatâs what Iâll keep telling myself until the end.
(Oh, so now itâs my fault?) I said with a hint of sarcasm, shooting Victor a look filled with as much disbelief as I could muster. My eyebrows lifted just enough to emphasize the teasing tone while I waited in silence for his response.
Victor made a strange face, clearly unsure what to say. He scratched his head lightly, letting out a small sigh before shrugging: âWell... whatever, I guessâ he muttered with a resigned tone: âThough Iâll admit, Iâm curious. In the end, as long as Saraâs okay, I donât really mindâ
I nodded at Victorâs words â sincere, though tinged with a certain indifference. Then I turned my gaze to Chronas, who was still watching me with that silent look of admiration. I stayed like that for a brief moment before turning back to the âSeaâ surrounding us. One way or another, the problem was solved. Now, all that was left was to go home.
Victor stayed silent, watching the
before him. His face remained impassive, but there was a subtle trace of irritation in his expressionâas if she were convinced that everything sheâd done was perfectly justified. He understood that. He didnât blame her.
Sara mattered to him, and silently, Victor was grateful to the
for helping her. Still, something about it all confused him: no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât imagine what could possibly make that thing afraid... of anyone.
Even now, with that creature gone, Victorâs senses stayed on edge, as if something deep inside him was screaming that the danger was still there.
Every fiber of his body insisted that if he stayed, he would dieâthat he had to leave, run, vanish from this place as fast as possible. In short, that entity was the most dangerous thing heâd ever encountered.
Of course, even then, it still didnât compare to the
herselfâwhich was, at the very least, ironic, considering that this being, feared even by time itself, was currently sulking.
At the end of his thoughts, Victor simply shrugged. Deep down, he didnât really care whether âTimeâ actually feared the
or not. Maybe it was better that wayâif it meant Sara could finally have some peace.
With that indifferent thought lingering, Victor muttered as he stared at the vast âseaâ stretching around them: âSince itâs all settled, we should probably get out of here. This place is seriously creeping me outâ A slight shiver ran down his spine, like a sudden chill crawling upward.
The [Angel of Death], upon hearing Victorâs words, slowly turned around. Her gaze swept across the surroundings for a moment before settling on the âSeaâ suspended above. Her golden eyes reflected a distant gleam as she nodded silently.
Then, her voice filled the airâcalm, melodic, and so serene it seemed to reach the soul: (Youâre right... I donât really like this place either. I want to go home as soon as possible)
Although Victor found it ironic that an anomaly could consider âhomeâ a metallic facility where she spent most of her time confined, he chose not to comment. From his perspective, there was no denying that the
âs room felt far more welcoming than this cold, impersonal place.