Zylara Vex's internal lights flickered wildly, the visible data streams accelerating as she computed the implications. Chrono-energy toxicity? This suggested a natural, biological incompatibility with one of the most fundamental forces in the cosmos—Time itself. Such an incompatibility could be a crippling weakness, or, conversely, a source of devastating resistance.
Gakoria's single eye widened slightly, her predatory smile returning. She looked victorious. They had him. They had a weakness: Temporal Vulnerability. She leaned in, her voice now softer, more patronising.
"A fascinating disability, young Azrail," Gakoria purred. "So your power, which is the cessation of existence, is violently opposed to the continuity of existence. A beautiful irony. Tell us, then, about the nature of this Chrono-energy toxicity. Does it cause you physical pain? Does it degrade your organic structure?"
