Grey stared at the crimson crack for a long while, but despite the warnings flashing in front of him and the way the thing pulsed through the surrounding chaos, nothing actually seemed ready to happen.
That much probably should have been obvious, considering there hadn't been anyone here to interfere with it before they arrived, and two more people standing around wasn't suddenly going to change something large enough to make the Genesis System panic.
But they couldn't exactly stand here forever either, which left Grey with the much more irritating question of where the hell Kronos actually was. He had come here expecting some fragment they could fight, not a giant crack running through reality, but the energy leaking from it was unmistakably tangled with the same warped temporal fluctuations that had nearly separated him and Amunet on the staircase.
If this place really was connected to Kronos, then the bastard probably wasn't sitting around waiting politely on this side.
