While Raven's hips rammed against Brenna's, her body convulsed, and her insides throbbed in sync to the hero's rhythm. Not a moment more, and she too would become pregnant, and although it was destined, there was someone who wasn't too fond of the sudden development. The god of time, confronted by his daughter, already knew that another person who held the power of corruption was finally trying to leave their mark.
Standing before the rubble of a kingdom with Kara having appeared beside him not too long ago, Razor stared at the pile of ash and bones upon which sat a human who was neither man nor woman. A specter, a concept, and a paladin who'd sworn vengeance on his own people. They could not see the demi-god nor his daughter, and yet their eyes lingered on the spot where the two had been standing.
"Are you running again?" Kara asked, walking up right beside Razor.
Glancing sideways at her, the god of time shrugged his shoulders.
"From you? I doubt I can ever do that."
