Faryab, Afghanistan, Shadow World
Perses, the Titan of Destruction, lay sprawled at the bottom of a massive crater.
The jagged walls towered above him.
His bruised and battered body glistened faintly under the dim sky.
Thick, dark clouds churned above, crackling occasionally with streaks of violent lightning, casting eerie shadows across the barren wasteland.
He stared upward, his vision unfocused, lost in a daze.
A faint buzzing broke the silence.
His device was ringing.
With a groan, he picked it up and held it to his ear.
"Perses? Seeing as how you picked up the call, I guess your fight with Gaia ended?" Kronos's voice came through.
"…."
Perses said nothing.
"Don't think about it too much. It was obvious you would lose."
"…Why?"
"Gaia is SSS rank—"
"I'm not asking about her rank." Perses interrupted. "I'm asking why did this happen?"
