Barbados let out a weary sigh, his shoulders slumping in resignation. "Fine, I'll tell you then," he said, his voice tinged with both frustration and vulnerability. "But please, don't think I'm crazy." He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "Am I the only time god in this world?" His serious expression betrayed the uncertainty in his eyes.
Azarath's response was swift and assured. "Of course you are!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying a reassuring tone. "You are the sole master of time, Barbados." But as she observed Barbados, she could sense the depth of his inner turmoil. His struggle to articulate his thoughts was evident as his gaze darted around the room, searching for the right words.
