Being the demi-god of time was no easy task. Each world only had one that they shared through dimensions. And although it ensured that no corruption was built in another god's heart, it also meant that whenever someone tried to break the laws of the heavens, it would fall onto Razor to set things right once and for all. The mortals and their actions, however, he could not interfere with, and thus, landing in the twilight between dusk and dawn, he pulled himself a chair and looked up at Pathfinder's hideous one-eyed face.
"You know why I'm here, don't you?"
As the golden eye of the god parted and his tongue of silver slithered out, Razor scoffed to himself at just how much the golden pariah disgusted him.
"To end me, that is why…" Yet the god's words didn't falter as he was already used to being treated differently. "You're here to end me for allowing another to walk into our world. But tell me, oh immortal, what will you do about her–this mercenary of chaos?"
