"Good talking to you as well!" Tyson called to her as she left.

He then sighed, and looked ahead absently.

"...things are REALLY messed up now..." he mumbled.

"Worse than ever before, it seems." he went on.

"Wonder if this will finally be the end of it all..."

At first, it seemed like it wasn't working.

At all.

But, just when she was about to give up, something broke through.

"....yes?" she heard in her mind.

"Can I... help you?"

"......." there was silence on the other end, before a sigh.

"Was wondering when something like this would happen." he said.

"But all right. What do you want me to do about it?" he asked her.

"Just poof in and fix it?" he asked further.

"Are steps already being taken to try and correct this little snafu?"

A few seconds later, the 'line' went silent. But the man himself suddenly appeared before her, though in a spirit-like form.

"Simple. Reverse the corruption." he told her.

"And yes, I know that's easier said than done." he went on.

"It would even take someone like me a considerable amount of time and effort to come up with a solution from scratch." he continued.

"This sort of thing requires more science than mana, to be honest." he told her further.

"But I can offer info to anyone willing to try and science the answer."

Illias was silent as he turned around.

"Oh?" he asked, freezing when he saw Chronos.

"Yo." Chronos said.

"Ah... ah... ah..." Illias stammered.

"THIS is your scientist?" Chronos asked Syraene.

"Please forgive me." Illias managed to get out.

"You just shocked me, is all."

"Nope." Chronos replied.

"No, we do not know each other." Illias confirmed.

"Listen, science-boy, I'm guessing you need to know about the sand, huh?" Chronos then asked.

"Yes." Illias replied.

"I'll give you the knowledge, but you need to be able to understand it on your own." Chronos warned.

"I understand." Illias said.

"No, you don't." Chronos replied. "But hopefully you WILL." he finished, before extending his spirit-hand inside Illias' head... causing the gorgon to freeze in place, like a statue.

"....................." Illias didn't respond at first. He was just silent, and his eyes were severely glazed over.

"Give him a minute." Chronos said.

"His brain's overloaded with information." he told her.

"So he needs to take a minute to try and at least organize it." he went on.

"...well... a minute, maybe 2. Or 5. Or an hour. Or he'll collapse under the weight of the info." he shrugged.

Again, Chronos just shrugged.

"I don't really care." he replied.

"Good luck fixing the Order." he told her.

"If you fail, I'll just make a new one." he added.

"It'll be a pain, but... oh well." he finished, before dissipating into nothing.

As he did so, Illias twitched a bit, seemingly starting to come back to his senses.

After about 2 minutes, Illias' eyes came to life.

"AH!" he exclaimed.

"Wh... what...?" he mumbled.

"Woah." he said.

"That was... trippy." he groaned.

"And now I have SO many questions." he then told Syraene.

"Specifically, what some of the terms and numbers in my head MEAN."

Immediately, Illias grabbed a pen and paper.

When he did, he started writing... as though his hand was working independently of his brain.

A good many things were written down, showing JUST how much Chronos had shoved in there, but after a couple of minutes, he finished writing them down.

"...ok, good." he said.

"That's all of them." he told her.