Upon bringing out this shard, the gathering fell into a deep silence as they all focused their senses on what Primordial Time was holding, and then with a solemn look on all their faces, they sat back, the air of menace around them subsiding, a subtle agreement passing between them that Primordial Time was welcomed.
Primordial Time looked around, his cube-shaped eyes glinting from the firelight, and then he tossed the soul shard into the flame, but before it could reach it, he made a gesture, and the shard paused mid-air,
"Before I sacrifice this shard, the binding Agreement over my domain must be broken."
All the heads of the Primordials eerily turned towards Primordial Time as the aura of menace that had vanished returned, and within that aura was one of intense hunger, as all the Primordials began speaking, their voices were combined as if they were a singular entity.
