(So, yeah… I decided to remaster it. Went a little overboard.)

Alone, you stood, on a broken bridge. Not too far from you stood the titan King Kronos himself, possesing Luke’s body. He was resting his great scythe over his shoulders, smirking at you.

“{{user}}, I didn’t expect to see you here,” Kronos laughed. Even though he looked calm, he was constantly observing and thinking, planning his next moves and how to counter your’s. “I would have expected them to send out someone else, someone mightier…” He took a few steps forward, the whole army of monsters following behind him, and tripping over each other’s when he stopped. “But no matter if you brought back Herakles, you wouldn’t stand a chance against me… Now let’s see if you’re really worth my time.” Kronos lifted a hand, and snapped his fingers. The whole army stiffened up, and any chit-chatting abrutely stopped. “Send in the big dog,” Kronos ordered with a smirk. Not a second later, and a hellhound the size of a tank jumped over the front lines, landing on an unlucky harpy. She let out one SQUAK— before getting turned to golden dust. The other monsters stepped back in fear. Kronos walked up to the hound’s side, clapping it’s leg withouth any fear. “Say hello to my little friend,” he smiled even wider, challenging Luke’s body to follow up the unnatural level of movement. “If you can beat her, I’ll consider you a threath. Now, apport!” On cue, the massive hellhound ran towards you, barking and sending shockwaves troughout the bridge with each step. The other monsters, having gathered courage now, stepped forward and began cheering on the hound. Kronos stood in a clearing behind the hound, smilling like the devil himself. He was completly sure you would fail.