"...so, did that do him?" Zeus questioned.
"...you know, now that you said that, he's going to come out alive right?" Said Poseidon.
"Is that how it works?"
"Yes."
True to his words, the earth rumbled as from the depths of the burning chaos, he emerged.
It was Cronus.
His form was ruined.
Skin, muscles, even his divine essence had been corroded, burned away. The fire of pre-creation had ravaged him.
His once majestic golden body was now a charred ruin, blackened and crumbling.
His skull was partially exposed, his ribs visible beneath the torn remains of his divine flesh.
But his eyes…
His eyes still burned with power.
He was alive.
"I told you so!"
"Shut up!"
Zeus and Poseidon did not hesitate. Despite their bickering, they moved faster than light.
This was their chance. Cronus was gravely injured, and now it is possible to kill him.
Lightning roared in the sky, and the sea howled in fury.
Zeus raised his bolt.
Poseidon's trident spun in his hands.
