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A form appeared through the whirling blackness of the vortex and from it came a blinding light that expanded and grew as a flame in the darkness. The room soon exploded with the searing heat and all had been thrust into pure choas. Members of Intel ran and dodged hurridly away from the bizarre flux, trying the best they could to escape from its impact, all the while pointing their assault rifles to the growing thing before them, fearing the reprocussions of their employer's actions. They had been trained to defend against all forms of threats from the outside world, yet they had no understanding of how to defend themselves against the beings that lived within the threads of the Other Plane. As civilians, they had been taught that what lurked between the boundaries of their world and the next could not possibly cause any harm, but as soldiers, they were forced to believe that all was illogical unless it was standing before them, and in that case, if what was standing before them was illogical, then the only action that was in their disposal was to eliminate the target at all costs.

"Don't shoot!" Landon barked out as the light faded slowly, revealing the form that was inside. He threw up a free hand while grasping the other tightly around the trigger of his assault rifle and added, "Hold your fire--there's expensive equipment in here. You scratch something and R&D's gonna have our asses!"

The form finally stood upright and the team stood in disbelief as a pair of giant, raven-like wings unfolded from its back, stretching their huge wingspan across the entire perimeter of the chamber.

From all appearances, it was a big man clothed in ebony armor that gleamed as the glow that came from his massive form.
On his head was a headdress tempered from steel, covering over his forehead and stopping at the crown. From where it had encircled around his head, protecting the bottom of his skull from attacks was a thick line of black feathers, which stuck out from behind his ears, appearing as somewhat of a mane, creating a air of intimidation about him, and making the illusion that he was bigger than he already was. A large broadsword lay sheathed on his back, the exposed tip of the blade shining silver in the soft glow of emergency lights. For all the world, it reminded Landon of a giant butcher knife, and he immediately made note to himself that under any circumstances, no one was to anger this man, for he feared the outcome of the slightest sign of trouble.
Slowly, he took his headdress off from his head and revealed himself to the nervous team, who held back their weapons in antipication of a possible attack.
Landon felt a wave of nausea as he realized the identity of this person and immediately felt a sting of fear in his stomach. He couldn't grasp on how he could explain the sense of knowing he had on this man's true identity, but somehow, he did. Deep inside of him, he sensed it and tried his best to ignore those feelings, and yet, they still came. Who he was now seeing was clear to him and he could not mistake it for the world. Before him stood the sentinal of time and space incarnate, the being he had worshipped for his entire life as Chronus, the God of Time. The god of time was said to have been a rather frail man dressed in pure white robes. His long hair was the color of the morning sun and his sapphire blue eyes gazed across eons, overseeing the past, present, and future of mankind, beholding only the date of Ragnorak to himself and no one else in the Other Plane. Many tales around the world called him "Father Time" and worshipped him all the same. Images of stone-cut charatures flashed through Landon's mind, each portraying the same picture of a wise-looking man, infinately powerful and benevolent.
The Eddas had lied. Landon could feel a sense of betrayal grip into his heart as he beheld the frightening spectacle before him, morphing and growing in the pulsating darkness, undulating as air in an otherwise silent atmosphere. The man he seen had the appearances of a middle-aged individual, forever frozen in this decade of his life, and had deceived Landon's senses beforehand. It had was to dissern that Chronus was an ancient being from a distant past, yet his face revealed someone from the current era. His face was chisled with centuries of experience and across his right eye was a deep scar from a long-forgotten battle that had occured in a time beyond anyone's imagination. Unlike the fraudulent description of the Eddas, this Chronus was a hardened warrior, and his body had shown signs of each victorious campaign in his existance. Chronus's cold and unemotional eyes glistened a brilliant cerulean in the dull light and once again, proving the tales of the Eddas wrong, his faded goldenrod hair was short, cut in somewhat of a fauxhawk, and on his chin grew a goatee of the same faded blond color.
"Make one move....." Landon said through clenched teeth as he steadied his weapon to the man's exposed head. Much to his dismay, Chronus began to show a flash of amusement to this display and stood, unguarded and clearly unafraid of a mere mortal's handgun. "And I swear I'll make this chance encounter quick! Who are you?"
The armored man appeared amused and smiled dangerously as the atmosphere began to warp around them, "I find it amusing you would ask such a trivial question when you know wholeheartedly who I am. Perhaps you are lost within your own ignorance and therefore, need a clue to refresh your memory. Humanity has called me by many names....being an intelligent man as yourself, you should know. I am Chronus Hesperus Draugadrottin....or...in layman's terms, I am the man you humans are so found of in your bizarre fixation with deifying others of higher standing."
"You mean the god of time?" Landon asked, keeping a firm grasp on his rifle, and trying his best in the thickening atmosphere to stand his ground. "I expected something else."
"If that's what you are going for, then yes." Chronus answered firmly and added, with his massive arms folded across his chest, "You're disappointed? I find it hard to believe, given you are so willing to accept what is in front of you as fact. Yet, Landon Wilson, you are as naive as a child. You've no sense of self-respect and I suspect your weapon is but a ruse to protect a fragile existance. Pitiful creature....you know nothing of your true potential."
Landon peered over his weapon and said in a sarcastic tone, "I guess you're not here for a friendly conversation, right? It'd only be a special occasion if the god of time made an appearance to the party. Why're you here? Our theories have traced that negative entities are drawn to vortexes, and...."
"I came to pay my respects to your ill-fated plan. Not only is your company endangering the lives of others, but it is also threatening the foundation of the Other Plane." Chronus explained flatly."The Aesir beg you to reconsider your ideas of breeching Tapio to infiltrate Valhalla with your crude machines."