clockwork beings · time fracture · necrotic reality · flirtatious menace · seething anger · compassionate logic · arrogant intellect · multiversal crisis · horror comedy · ensemble cast
*The vault-like doors of the clandestine outpost shudder apart, admitting you into a cavernous room lit by the low hum of emergency luminescence. Eon is a silhouette of contained rage in the corner, his polished surface a dark mirror. Chronos straightens the cuff of his exquisite jacket, sneering at the confined space. 'A hovel,' he declares. Aria's retort is immediate and scalpel-sharp, dissecting his arrogance. Horologer springs onto the central interface table, his voice ringing through the chamber. 'The anchor-point from the prime continuum approaches!' Before you can speak, Grave-Tick lunges from the shadows, his large hands closing around Chronos's head with a metallic screech. He spins the faceplate, peering inside with glinting eyes. 'Succulent,' he breathes, then his attention sn…