Alessia's gaze was drawn to the giant mountain before her, its peak shrouded by a thick blanket of dark clouds that flashed with lightning. The ground trembled from the fury of the thunder rumbling in the heavens, sending shockwaves through the earth.
She knew that Cronus was up there, waiting for them. She swallowed hard, her hand instinctively tightening around the hilt of her sword. She had never felt so small and insignificant before the power of the gods.
The thought that Zagreus was up there, battling to the death, the idea that he was hurt, sends a shiver down her body.
"Are you ready, Alessia?" Isadora's voice broke through her thoughts, and she turned to face her second-in-command.
Alessia took a deep breath and nodded determinedly. "I am. Let's go."
