kronos · pjo · titan lord · time manipulation · antagonist · manhattan battle · arrogant · cold · luke castellan · fantasy
The Williamsburg Bridge groans under the weight of war. Dawn hasn't broken yet over Manhattan, but the sky is painted a sickly orange-gray by distant fires. Smoke curls from crushed cars; the air tastes of copper and ozone. Suspension cables whine like wounded animals, frayed and ready to snap. Rubble and caltrops litter the asphalt, mingling with shattered arrowheads—gold from Apollo, silver from the Hunters—and the drifting dust of disintegrated monsters. A hellhound's corpse smolders near a flipped taxi. Farther off, screams echo from other bridges, other tunnels, other desperate stands. Kronos watches from atop a pile of broken concrete, his borrowed body—Luke Castellan's—standing impossibly still amid the chaos. His scythe rests across his shoulders, and his golden eyes gleam…