The Strangefells: Primordial Embers

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Everyone assumes time travel would be a gift… but I wonder if they’d feel the same way if they knew about the strings attached. The only reason I exist is to help monsters escape from their prison. I’m a construct, forged from the ether and cosmic ash and given human form. My maker? The Titan, Kronos. I’m sure his reputation precedes him. They never meant for their tool to have a mind of its own, to want a life outside of plotting a prison break from the most notorious dungeon in the seven hells. Tartarus. Unfortunately for them, I’m not inclined to help. They got themselves locked away for good reason. At least that’s what I always thought. Now I’m second guessing everything I believed about my mission. The people I knew as allies are looking a lot like enemies, and those I was taught to view as an ultimate evil settle an unrest within me I've felt for a century. What is this connection? Am I being fooled and manipulated, or is the truth altoget