victory so close. Now, go!"

 

Ethan scrambled away.

 

"This is dangerous, my lord," Prometheus warned. "Do not be hasty."

 

"Hasty? After festering for three thousand years in the depths of Tartarus, you

call me hasty? I will slice Percy Jackson into a thousand pieces."

 

"Thrice you've fought him," Prometheus pointed out. "And yet you've always said

it is beneath the dignity of a Titan to fight a mere mortal. I wonder if your

mortal host is influencing you, weakening your judgment."

 

Kronos turned his golden eyes on the other Titan. "You call me weak?"

 

"No, my lord. I only meant — "

 

"Are your loyalties divided?" Kronos asked. "Perhaps you miss your old friends,

the gods. Would you like to join them?"

 

Prometheus paled. "I misspoke, my lord. Your orders will be carried out." He

turned to the armies and shouted, "PREPARE FOR BATTLE!"

 

The troops began to stir.