Kronos looked older than Neo remembered him to be.
His face had wrinkles, and his back was hunched. He had long grey beard.
"Are you surprised by my appearance, grandson?
"Well, what I can say, it is but the result of my age catching up to me. Hohohoho—cough, cough."
Suddenly, the Kronos in the projection coughed blood.
His frail body shivered.
The projection glitched, and the blood disappeared from the corner of his mouth.
'It's a pre-recorded message.' Neo realized.
"Congratulations for reaching this place."
Kronos patted his head.
His hand – the hologram's hand – paused at Neo's head as if it could touch Neo.
"Why are you looking at your granpa like that?" Yaleth asked.
"He is not my grandpa." Neo shook his head. "He is talking about Arthur who was supposed to come here. I guess this message isn't a responsive one and that's why it doesn't realize that the one who came here isn't Arthur."
