Prometheus smiled. "Troy was completely destroyed, Percy. You don't want that to

happen here.

 

Stand down, and New York will be spared. Your forces will be granted amnesty. I

will personally assure your safety. Let Kronos take Olympus. Who cares? Typhon

will destroy the gods .my way."

 

"Right," I said. "And I'm supposed to believe Kronos would spare the city."

 

"All he wants is Olympus," Prometheus promised. "The might of the gods is tied

to their seats of power. You saw what happened to Poseidon once his undersea

palace was attacked."

 

I winced, remembering how old and decrepit my father looked.

 

"Yes," Prometheus said sadly. "I know that was hard for you. When Kronos

destroys Olympus, the gods will fade. They will become so weak they will be

easily defeated. Kronos would rather do this while Typhon has the Olympians

distracted in the west. Much easier. Fewer lives lost. But make no mistake, the

best you can do is slow us down. The day after tomorrow, Typhon arrives in New

York, and you will have no chance at all. The gods and Mount Olympus will still

be destroyed, but it will be much messier.

 

Much, much worse for you and your city. Either way, the Titans will rule."