"They slowed us down a bit," Chiron admitted, "but I think they're intended

mostly to keep mortals out. Kronos doesn't want puny humans getting in the way

of his great victory."

 

"So maybe other reinforcements can get through," I said hopefully.

 

Chiron stroked his beard. "Perhaps, though time is short. As soon as Kronos

regroups, he will attack again. Without the element of surprise on our side ..."

 

I understood what he meant. Kronos wasn't beaten. Not by a long shot. I half

hoped Kronos had been squashed under that Hyperborean giant's butt, but I knew

better. He'd be back, tonight at the latest.

 

"And Typhon?" I asked.

 

Chiron's face darkened. "The gods are tiring. Dionysus was incapacitated

yesterday. Typhon smashed his chariot, and the wine god went down somewhere m

the Appalachians. No one has seen him since.

 

Hephaestus is out of action as well. He was thrown from the battle so hard he

created a new lake in West Virginia. He will heal, but not soon enough to help.

The others still fight. They've managed to slow Typhon's approach. But the

monster can not be stopped. He will arrive in New York by this time tomorrow.

Once he and Kronos combine forces — "