It took a lot for Prometheus to feel impressed. Evermore so the older he became.
And yet, he couldn't help but be impressed by the sheer ability displayed before him.
Time usually requires a concerted effort to manipulate if you aren't channeling it through the use of an artifact.
But Abaddon stood here undaunted and unserious as the echoes of everything that had happened in Olympus whizzed by their vision.
The entire realm was put into reverse.
"How far back did gods start going missing?" Abaddon asked.
"… Approximately three months."
Abaddon nodded.
"That should be right around… here."
Time suddenly stopped.
Abaddon turned to Ayaana and squeezed her butt.
"You're up, my love.."
Ayaana blushed as she looked towards her feet. "…Boy, you know you make it hard to get to work like that."
"This way you'll be real motivated to hurry up and come on back to us then."
Prometheus was overwhelmingly unamused. "Could you act with a modicum of professionalism?"
