Aaaninja shook his head. With a single thought, the River of Time reverted to its natural state, the countless images and the life of the First Supreme Monarch that had been playing before him dissolving into nothingness. He had watched the Dragon's life unfold all the way up until this very moment, until the instant the Dragon had asked for a fragment of his Time.
With another thought, Aaaninja's consciousness slipped away from the River of Time entirely. His rainbow-colored, clock-like eyes snapped open, immediately focusing on the Dragon before him, their depth reflecting an unfathomable passage of eras.
"Since you have nothing to exchange for the knowledge," Aaaninja said calmly, his voice carrying an effortless ease, "I will give it to you for free."
