'The past?!' Pakhet's pupils had shrunk, yet the reflection within was abundantly clear. Surging above was a river, countless rivers, intersecting and interweaving in an indescribably marvelous pattern. The very depths of her awakened True Soul generated only a single thought:
"The Keeper of Time!"
Suddenly, as her golden eyes that exuded heavenly radiance of metal were slowly infected and overwhelmed by an insidious, silent, and oppressive dark-greyish color, a hand of silvery scales clasped itself onto her face, covering her eyes, while a strong, tyrannical hand pressed against her Dantian. She hadn't even realized that her body was experiencing a seizure, her body having lost all sense of temporal awareness as she glimpsed upon the manifestation of time itself.
