The air around Mount Olympus was electric, crackling with divine energy as three celestial figures—Zeus, Hades, and the Dragon Emperor—levitated amidst ethereal mist.
Zeus's eyes narrowed, the gears of divine curiosity turning behind the thunderous gaze. "Dragon Emperor, your grandson is a subject of considerable intrigue, is he not?"
Hades, his features skeletal yet oddly expressive, tilted his head toward the Dragon Emperor. "So, has the decision been made? Will Chronos be your heir?"
The Dragon Emperor seemed perplexed, his eyes like glittering sapphires set against the cosmic backdrop.
"Heir ? Heir to what?"
Hades rolled his eyes, well he tried, but he was a skeleton in heart after all.
Letting out a sigh that seemed like a soft rattle of bones, he said,
"To your Great Dragon Empire! I'm sure you know that your son's the reason lil' Chronos is here right?"
