*this story is purely made up so don’t believe it and just read Rick Riordan’s Last Olympian to know the true story.*
The demigods’ defenses are depleting. Many of them are already injured. Their enemies are advancing through their defenses. As the battle continues in the streets of Manhattan, the most parts of the city were put to sleep by Hypnos. There is no one to help them. Even the gods are already drained out of their power. Out from the horizon, they can see Kronos surrounded by his own demigod army and they are coming towards them. There is a very slim chance to win this battle.
Percy runs towards the Titan Lord’s direction when suddenly he feels heavy and slow. He tries to run as fast as he can but it feels like his feet were stepping on a pool of tar. He sees the Titan Lord smirk, as if he’s been expecting to meet him. Then he blinks his eyes slowly when suddenly he feels like everything around him rushes like a strong gust of wind. He opens his eyes.
Percy is now face-to-face with the Titan Lord of Time. As he stares at the mighty Titan, it seems that time slowed down. The seconds feel like minutes. He looks from left to right. Everything around him is in slow motion. Percy looks at the titan’s eyes. His eyes are look like they’re made of molten gold. They are shimmering and swirling with an unexplainable power. It feels eerie because he is staring at his ex-co-camper. He is still the Luke Castellan he met before, except for the golden eyes, which resonate an uncomfortable feeling like he is melting – literally melting. It feels like the titan sees through his weakness and seeps the soul inside him. Percy blinks again. Now Kronos is a few feet away from him with the gigantic scythe on his right hand.
Kronos laughs so loudly. His voice sounds like metal scraping with metal. “Hello, Percy Jackson. Nice to –“ then the Titan Lord of time disappeared under a big blue butt of a fallen hyperborean giant.
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