His entire body glowed. He reminded me of Apollo, God of the Sun, except the

Titan's light was harsher, and his expression cruder. "The gods have answered

the challenge. Soon they will be destroyed."

 

The images in the fire were hard to make out: storms, buildings crumbling,

mortals screaming in terror.

 

"I will go east to marshal our forces," the golden Titan said. "Krios, you shall

remain and guard Mount Othrys."

 

The ram horn dude grunted. "I always get the stupid jobs. Lord of the South.

Lord of Constellations.

 

Now I get to babysit Atlas while you have all the fun."

 

Under the whirlwind of clouds. Atlas bellowed in agony, "Let me out, curse you!

I am your greatest warrior. Take my burden so I may fight!"

 

"Quiet!" the golden Titan roared. "You had your chance, Atlas. You failed.

Kronos likes you just where you are. As for you, Krios, do your duty."

 

"And if you need more warriors?" Krios asked. "Our treacherous nephew in the

tuxedo will not do you much good in a fight."

 

The golden Titan laughed. "Don't worry about him. Besides, the gods can barely