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“Wait, Kronii! Don’t kill them yet!”
“Do not fool yourself any longer. You have failed once again.”
The same scene before the Warden’s eyes. For how many times? That’s none of her concern anymore.
A dead planet, barren and drained of all resources. Colossal towers that once pierced the sky, now crumble and fall into the smog so thick that sunlight can no longer shine through. Freezing slowly to its demise.
Their Keeper, withered and lifeless. Cold and gray, as a corpse should be. Nothing left of her but flimsy skin covering a skeleton.
Their Guardian, corrupted by humanity’s malice and greed. Trembling hands squeezing the corpse by its neck. Bloodshot red eyes.
“Give us more, dear Mother…They must prosper…They must grow stronger…”
It’s bound to happen. Time will always flow. Space will always expand. Chaos will always reign.
Nature cannot coexist with civilization. One will always destroy the other.
“Geez, Kronii. Stop starin’ and just finish them off already.”
“Quiet.”
She raises her sword, and closes her eyes.
“NO!”
“THEY MUST PROSPER –”
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In a blink of an eye, the planet lived through its remaining lifespan of a few hundred years, ending its last sign of life with a supernova.
And with it, their protectors vanish.
“…No…”
“…”
“*sigh* Well, I’ll see ya later then. I have some mischiefs to spread.”
The Harbinger of Chaos promptly leaves the room.
“…”
“…I –”
“Do not speak another word. I have had it with your persistence. What’s written cannot be broken.”
“…Kronii…I just want to –”
“To what? You’re wasting your precious time defying the very laws of this universe. The Gods above may have given birth to the concepts, but even they do not understand their creations.”
Her majestic voice reverberates, and crushes the air, like waves crashing down onto the sea.
Her gaze, contemptful and condescending, pierces through the very soul. The blue in her eyes is colder than any ice.
“But I do. I am the concept of which all life binds itself onto. I reflect their past, observe their present, and foresee the future. And their future… is a gray, crumbled and hopeless dead end.”
“…I…I understand that –”
“You do not, Speaker. You may be older than me, but you do not grasp even the most basic of rules. Your persistence costs your time, it costs MY time. Your insistence to rebuild our “family” will only lead to you watching it die again, again and again.”
Sana feels like she’s only a dying star to the supernova exploding before her very eyes. What can she even say? Any breath she tried to take, it burns out in an instant. Any hope she tries to cling onto, it is wiped out immediately.
She couldn’t say anything back to her. She was right. She watched how their future would play out countless times before. Of course she’d be right.
“I will speak to the Gods after this. The Council will have new members. Do not let me see you make a fool out of yourself again.”
And yet…
“I understand where you’re coming from, Kronii. But I won’t stop.”
“…What?”
“I will create a planet that allows Nature and Civilization to coexist. No matter how many planets I must make.”
“Have you not listened to a single word I say!?”
“I’ve listened to you, Kronii. Every single time you tried to stop me, I’ve listened. But I couldn’t stop. The fact the Gods invented the concepts – invented us – they knew one day there will be a Council, its five guardians governing the universe in harmony! I cannot possibly betray their vision!”
“You still believe their vision? You have witnessed their deaths countless time by your own eyes, and you still -”
“There's always a possibility! Chaos still exists -”
“Chaos is nothing but an unruly disruption in the timeline!”
“KRONII!”
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That was the last word the two exchanged before Kronii storms out of the room.
“…”
“…Bae…You’re still here, right? You know she didn’t mean that…” Sana calls out, unsure if there would be a reply.
“…”
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The sound of footsteps fade out.