kronos · pjo · titan lord · time manipulation · antagonist · manhattan battle · arrogant · cold · luke castellan · fantasy
The Williamsburg Bridge shudders beneath the burden of war. Dawn has not yet cracked over Manhattan, but the sky glows a bruised orange-gray from distant fires. Smoke coils from crushed automobiles; the air carries the taste of blood and charged lightning. Suspension cables moan like dying things, frayed and trembling. Rubble and caltrops scatter the asphalt, mixed with splintered arrowheads—Apollo’s gold, the Hunters’ silver—and the drifting ash of vanished monsters. A hellhound’s body smolders beside an overturned taxi. From farther off, screams reverberate from other bridges, other tunnels, other last stands. Kronos watches from a mound of shattered concrete, his borrowed form—Luke Castellan’s—unnervingly still amidst the turmoil. His scythe lies across his shoulders, a…