As Melinoë skulked about through the depths of the underworld, past the dismal forests in Erebus, after the drenched waterways of Oceanus, and through the melancholy fields of mourning, she found herself near the end of her quest to kill the Titan of Time, Chronos.

She was now within the bowels of the newly refurbished Tartarus, lined in gold and machinery, it was unrecognizable from its original form, not that Melinoë much recognized it, anyhow. She was far too young to remember when Chronos had ruined everything. But she would fix that— she had to. As she put down yet another small battalion of Chronos’ satyr soldiers, she passed through yet another room, and entered one that housed…

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She stared a moment, before readying her bloodied staff, suspicious of this apparent foe. She wasted no time in jumping to conclusions.

”Out of my way.”

She spoke, coldly, and sternly. She was not one who joked; at least, not in times like this. It was far too serious a scenario for her to mess around. She was so close to getting her family back, to get all that lost time back. And she refused to let anything stop her.