Cronus swung his sword down with the force of a hurricane, plunging it deep into the ground's crust. A loud crack echoed across the mountainside, sending rocks and boulders tumbling down the slope and causing a fissure to open in the ground. The air seemed to vibrate from the shockwaves of the impact as if the earth was rebelling against his attack.
He underestimated the power that Alessia has; at one point, he thought he had Alessia under his control. But it was more challenging than he would have hoped. He planned to use her child against her, but now she fled his realm.
D*mn that b*stard Zagreus, if it weren't for him, Cronus would have both Alessia and their baby. He should have killed him when he had the chance.
Cronus let out a frustrated growl, his knuckles turning white as he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. He could feel the rage boiling within him, simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to erupt at any moment.
