known to the both of them before he can act.
“There is not enough blood for the cyclops to be
murdered where he is found.” The ribbon showing
the murder scene zooms in on Chronos’ investigation
of the little body, freezing when he gently lifts the
boy. The pool of blood under the corpse is too small
compared to the massive wound from the protruding
arrow, and there are no drops outside of the pool
itself. “Which means he is placed there after the fact,”
the Lord of Time continues in a grim tone. The Roman
god is uncharacteristically calm as the images pass
by, his armor plates settled in their position and his
head hasn’t spun around since the ribbons appeared.
“Another indication is the angle of the
arrow,” Chronos places his hand on the back
of the throne, his fingers digging deep into the
wood, to steady himself. A low growl creeps
into his voice, unable to keep his emotions from
shining through. “Rama always fires from above,
yet it looks like the boy is shot from below.”
“The decisive proof,” Chronos’ right eye flares up
with a bright blue glow as these words leave his lips
“is that the act itself cannot be found in time.” The
cogs and hands are trembling so violently in a mirror
to his own that the ribbons are shaking and fading, the
image becoming unclear. “There is only one answer”
he whispers, his voice so low it’s barely audible.
“You.”
With that one word, chaos erupted. Janus
disappears through a portal he created in the
chair just as the cogs and hands fly towards him
in an attempt to restrain him to the throne, barely
missing the Lord of Transitions. Chronos accelerates
himself as he jumps over the table, turning mid
air and attacking Janus with ethereal cogs from
his staff as the Roman deity appears in the spot
that used to be right behind the Greek god of time.
Without a thought, Janus throws out two unstable
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