Scene One: Panic on Mount Oryx
The moment Megumi vanished from the throne of Mount Oryx, a suffocating silence lingered in his wake.
Zeus gritted his teeth, staring at the imprint left by the scythe's weight on the stone armrest.
Athena stepped forward, her voice sharp with urgency. "He sat on the throne of Cronos. Held the scythe of time. Do you realize what that means?"
"He's posturing," Ares growled. "Give me a blade and I'll rip his spine out."
"You tried that with Nyx," Poseidon snapped. "He nearly killed you when he hadn't even awakened yet."
"I should've killed the girl when I had the chance—"
"Enough."
Cronos raised his hand. The mountain itself seemed to hush.
Even the Olympians paused, their divine nerves fraying. All eyes turned to the Titan King — regal, restrained, far more calculating than his sons.
"He knows what he's doing," Cronos said, pacing slowly. "He has power. Authority. A sense of justice warped by grief. But it's all fire and emotion. He's still raw. Still… untested."
Zeus frowned. "And what do you propose?"
Cronos looked into the mist beyond the peak and smiled coldly.
"A test."
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Scene Two: The Titan's Strategy
The air crackled as Cronos raised a hand, and from a golden rift stepped Editan, one of the swiftest enforcers of the Titan order.
Tall and gaunt, with skin like steel and eyes glowing like twin suns, Editan knelt before Cronos. "You summoned me, Father of Time?"
"Indeed," Cronos said. "You are faster than Hermes, faster than thought itself. You will test the Fallen King."
Editan bowed his head. "Shall I kill him?"
"No," Cronos replied. "Not yet. Push him. Drive him to the edge. I want to see what happens when his mask of control begins to crack."
Another figure stepped forward from the shadows—Hyperion, the Titan of Light. His golden armor gleamed with threads of burning plasma, his presence heavier than gravity. Muscular, broad, and silent, his mere aura distorted the air around him.
"Hyperion will go with you," Cronos said. "Speed and strength. If one fails, the other strikes. You are not to kill him—unless you must. But if you can… bring him to his knees."
Zeus narrowed his eyes. "You're sending two of our most dangerous warriors to test him? That's not a test. That's war."
"No," Cronos said softly. "This is calculation."
He turned to the gods.
"I want to see how far the Fallen King has come. If he breaks now, we crush him. If he survives…"
He smiled.
"…then we prepare for something far worse than death."
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Scene Three: The Titans Depart
Editan and Hyperion turned in unison, stepping through a rift that shimmered with time-threaded energy.
Before they disappeared, Cronos gave one final order:
"Do not underestimate the boy.
He has the will of a mortal…
and the soul of something we have long forgotten to fear."
As the rift snapped shut behind them, a stillness settled over Mount Oryx.
But beneath that silence, the gods knew:
The true war had just begun.