Amser
"Fate and destiny. In the end it all came down to these simple yet inescapable principles. Certainly it was impossible for a human to break these bounds. Utterly futile to struggle against them! There was no point at all. It was no different than a character in a book bemoaning their origins. They are incapable of leaping off the page, slaying their creator, and seizing their own destiny. Even as they weep and curse the author, all a human can do is accept it. But all that means is that I am no longer human, isn't that right?" She walked towards her helpless target, walking through a bubble of accelerated time without even the slightest bit of fear.
Her clothes and weapons turned to dust but her body was timeless. Accelerating the flow of an eternal object was fundamentally pointless. Amser strode through, unrelenting and utterly naked as the bubble of distorted time failed to do anything to her. "Yet I am not truly free. While I may have escaped the bounds of humanity I am no god. But still, I am far greater than you." Her opponent kneeled as her clothes instantly returned, as unblemished as ever. The same could not be said of her opponent.
Someone like him, who had scrounged, and scavenged, and begged for even the slightest scrap of power could not match her. His abilities took of his own lifespan. Now he was nothing more than a withered husk. On her face was neither compassion nor joy, but instead an uncompromising yet merciful look. One that could be likened to the divine. "Tell me where you acquired this power, chronomancer. Do so, and I will give you the same chance for eternity that I was given." And she took out her pocket watch.
His whispers were pained are quiet, but desperation drove him forward. He told her of a grand temple lost in time, great horrors and treasures alike, the glimpse of an object he had seen. He spent his last dying breaths trying to unravel the puzzle of the object she gave him in return, but the spark had long since faded. "It appears he wasn't listening. A mere human cannot escape their fate. and his was death."
Now then, the last things he told her were about some sort of orca-man? She was certain that he was not deceiving her, but where would such a creature be?
It turned out that the being was not only real but seemed to have a sort of bar in the city. Well, used to at any rate. It had been thoroughly wrecked. Perhaps this information dealer had finally been dealt with?
Synchronization reaching critical value.