Cronus' choice to give up on his body was sharp—proof of a quick-witted and analytic mind. But how could it not look stupid to Adam?
"You saved yourself from the pot, only to leap into the frying pan!" Lightning bolts crackled around his hammer, striking and charring the ground in a deafening cacophony only overwhelmed by his wrathful voice. "And I'll fry you really well, trust me—crispy on the outside, deader than dead on the inside."
"It's useless..."
BAM
That's the only thing Cronus managed to say before the hammer engulfed his soul in blinding arcs. They switched and contorted like snakes, coiling around him.
He tried to escape, but Zeus' golden chains kept him in place. Worst, he felt the lightning infiltrate the nexus of his powers—where he had hidden his essence from the thieving mortal.
