Chronus the Timeless.
The tenth-seat demon lord's appearance was shifting rapidly—young, old, middle-aged, elderly, back to young—as he walked through multiple timelines simultaneously. His face was twisted with disbelief and rage.
"This... this is impossible," Chronus was saying, his voice overlapping with itself from multiple timeframes. "Richard cannot lose. He has never lost. He is my champion, my perfect weapon, my—"
He stopped next to Richard's fallen body, looking down at the grievous wounds.
"No. No, this cannot stand. I invested centuries in you, Richard. Centuries of training, of refinement, of perfecting your Decay. You cannot die now. Not to some upstart goblin who got lucky in a dungeon. Not when I need you for—"
He cut himself off, as if realizing he'd said too much.
