Lost no Longer
It had been a while, quite some time. It wasn't safe enough to leave yet, he needed to stay a time longer. As much as it pained him; as much as it killed him to have to stave off the urge, he had to keep watch. It was vital he ensure nothing would come at his home in his absence. But he knew there was no way around it, he would have to leave- and those he watched for were more patient than he. They would wait knowing all these same truths. And so when the time came to act he would do so with the hope that they intended harm on him alone and not his beloved children.
For the urge to see her grew too great; the worry over her condition rose to high. He had to leave. And the sooner the better
Chaos stood on the far side of the bridge preceding his altar. The often unseen slitted pupils of his eyes traced the Chao as they raced about, darting from each to another as he said his silent prayers for their safety. In the fading light of dusk the sights and sounds grew all too captivating, and the god let this moment linger perhaps longer than he should have. Where he headed was dangerous, even to an immortal such as himself. In fact, for him it was all the more dangerous, and the idea of what might have already befallen those connected to him that'd stumbled into Argus' next mortified him.
It was that thought that pulled him from this vision. He took a final glance at his home, where all that mattered in the world to him would live under his careful care, save for one single child. This altar, this garden was his home, it was the Chao's home. It was her home too, whether or not she was present. This would not change, and neither would the fact that all who lived there fell under the protection of the God of Destruction. Be it her decision to charge into danger or not, any who harmed a single strand of her fur were not long for this realm, nor indeed any other.
The creatures armor-clad tail swung, rending open a tear through the fabric of reality. It wasn't difficult to enter Argus' cage, one of the more inviting extra-realms really. In fact it was for this reason it was incredibly hard to escape. One would just keep being swept back in unless they held great enough power to rip through realms. Power like the kind Chaos had been created with. He'd thought his predecessor could too but.. evidently not. But then he never cared to learn much about Argus, all he knew about them was that they were hated by all his kind. Which didn't say much, they all hated each other anyway, however something about the thing seemed to drive them all into a much deeper hatred not even Dark Gaia could compete with.
Well, he would gain a greater understanding of that hatred the moment he entered his rift. This realm, this aura was so repulsive, so offensive to him he very nearly about-faced if he hadn't closed the portal immediately behind him preemptively. It felt slimy, diseased. Everywhere you looked there was nothing but a suffocating black but the air that existed in this place- well to a deity, it smelt and felt like rancid rotting flesh was strung from wall to ethereal wall. Truly, this was the most intolerable energy, and the most detestable deity, he would ever have the displeasure of an encounter with...
And he hadn't even met them yet. Now the God filled with an all new concern for the wellbeing of is friend, resolving to rescue her ever quicker than before. But still before even that, he'd need to find her; and in this heinous mess of a void, such a task would prove tricky even for him. What was more was the foul reek of another God's aura was stifling his senses, and he'd want to make sure to keep himself contained less he accidentally alert a possibly unalerted Argus. This meant searching traditionally was the only practical way, and sure he'd find her eventually, but if only there were some kind of sign...
