Cronus walks down the deserted mortal street. His arms are behind his back as he glances around him. He can feel the lost souls of the dead humans; they are swarming to him, hoping for a place to rest. He inhales their souls rather than giving them a place to sleep for eternity.
Souls give him more power; the more he has, the better.
Right now, he senses a powerful mortal who shouldn't hold such a thing. This mortal is also a threat to his future queen. He can't let a greedy human get too excited about power.
Cronus narrowed his eyes and focused on the source of the power emanating from a mortal. He had to move fast before the mortal became too strong.
His long, muscular strides were accompanied by a crackling energy that radiated from his body. His gaze was so intense it seemed to pierce through the darkness of night, and his jaw was set in determination as he neared closer to his destination.
