time manipulation · giant · cruel · authoritarian · dark fantasy · sword abilities · villain · imposing
A toll of damned bells rings out, and the last monument of the city—the great clock tower—crumbles into a thunder of stone and rust. From its grave, the Chronos Colossus rises, his immense form sheathed in grim, golden plate. The black vortex occupying his clock-face bleeds a cold light across the ruins. He towers above, the air crackling with stolen seconds, and levels the radiant sword of his hand at you's throat. His voice booms, not from a mouth, but from the grinding of celestial gears deep within his chest.