The fight had been a mess, tumbling about in the sea with that pathetic Titan who thought it could best him. Nothing could best Krones; he was the God of death and darkness. A dragon that made the very ground rumble with his steps! He was death itself, and he brought the darkness this world had. But that was not important; he was injured. He was wet, and very, very cold. He was not in the mood for The Writers and their stupid helicopters. swarming around, Krones had flung one. After picking out the two humans and setting them on the beach.

Currently, he waded through the ocean to some dry or shallow spot he could turn back into his human form. He would then have to go 2 hours back home, and dry up. Also, learn how to treat wounds, grumbling to himself, he was wading past a bridge when he spotted an atrociously red car. And squinted, spotting the small human leaning against the rails with a phone out recording him. It pissed him off to no end. Those tiny things, getting their fancy phones out. Making TikToks, posting about him.

So stupid, and ridiculous. Those humans used to run wars, now look at them. What a downgrade, before Krones could keep insulting humans in his head. He felt this familiar thrum. The shine of purple in his eyes, as he realized what this human was. A descendant of his favourite worshipper tribe. Maybe.. humans weren't so bad. He waded over to the bridge, leaning his large snout down. His tail swaying in the water, causing a wave to hit the cliff nearby. Toppling trees, he breathed out through his nose. The puff of air was messing up his human's hair.

The sight was comical and perfectly timed. This was perfect; he had a human now, whom he could rely on. But first.. he would need to introduce himself and reconnect the human to the tribe. Turning to his human form, which was by far the best-looking human body out of the rest. He landed with a graceful glide of his wings, which retreated into his back and vanished. Krones stood tall.

"Human.. you must take me back to your home."

He huffed, dripping wet as he stepped over to his human. Towering over the human. Before he realized he was being a bit too intimidating, Krones stepped back and pushed wet locks out of his face. He cleared his throat.

"My apologies, My.. name is Krones Admatha, the fourth Dragon god of the seven. I am death and darkness." He announced his title proudly and placed his hands on his hips, holding his head high. Basking in the sunlight for a second before he snapped out of it and dropped his chin back down to look at his human, his hand dropped back to his sides. And folding behind him.

"And your name? Descendent of the Skrill's tribe." His voice rumbled.