"So he's discovered a way to tamper with the Gamers' system..." said the woman seated on the half-broken throne.
The surrounding area was dark. Only there did a golden light emanate from the broken throne, illuminating ancient ruins, a mist covering the ground like a phantom sea.
Before her stood Chronia, serious, more so than usual, with a military posture.
"Yes." She replied firmly.
"And the others...?" The woman leaned slightly forward. "What do they have to say about him?"
"Well..." Chronia hesitated, "...so far they're having fun. And nothing more."
"However... as for the Order..."
"Messing with the temporal flow creates chaos." Chronia interrupted. "If he wants to intervene, he'll be violating himself. After all, he IS the Order... and for now he's having fun too."
The woman smiled, not a cheerful smile, but a knowing one.
"The update will come. Until then... I want you to talk to him."
Chronia turned, beginning to dematerialize.
