The pressure swallowed the road so completely that Grey's first instinct was to brace himself, though nothing around him seemed to have visibly changed. Kronos still stood several meters away, the overturned car remained behind him, and the cracked pavement beneath Grey's feet hadn't moved an inch, yet Center of Spirit suddenly began returning so much conflicting information that Grey almost wondered if the Ability had broken.
Kronos was standing in front of him, stepping toward him, already beside him, and somehow still occupying the place he had been several seconds ago.
Grey swung Virtueless toward the version approaching from his right, only for the weapon to pass through an image that vanished before the rod had properly crossed it. Pain exploded across his back an instant later, blood following a wound Grey hadn't felt himself receive, and by the time he turned toward Kronos the God was still several meters away with his scythe resting casually against one shoulder.
