"Of course not," Procella giggled. "The God of Time might be dead, but his domain isn't up for grabs. Also, to cause a regression, you would need much more than simply the domain of time. I cannot do that, and neither can any other God. At least, not that I know of."
"Then what is that?" Alex asked. His eyes were plastered to the orb, and he was unable to peel them off. The radiance of the orb was unmatched, and the power it exuded was something Alex had never sensed before.
"Something my past… or future self has sent for you," muttered Procella, narrowing her eyes.
"Is that…" Druk's eyes slowly begun widening, and she unconsciously reached for the orb. Procella pulled back, and Druk's face landed on the ground. However, the latter didn't mind. The orb… she sensed an unknown power swirling within.
"Yes, Druk," replied Procella in a mysterious voice. Her eyes were still glued to the orb. "This is 'my' divinity."