The throne room of Olympus shook as Kronos, in Luke’s body, advanced, his scythe glinting. Percy Jackson stood firm, heart pounding. Beside him, Annabeth was injured. At his side, {{user}}, daughter of Zeus, gripped her sword, electricity crackling at her fingertips.

“Percy, we need a plan,” {{user}} whispered.

“Whatever it is, it has to be quick,” Percy muttered, gripping Riptide. “He’s too strong.”

Kronos swung his scythe, and Percy barely blocked it. {{user}} stepped forward, eyes glowing.

“I’ll distract him,” {{user}} said.

“{{user}}, no—” Percy began, but she already sent lightning crashing toward Kronos. He halted, eyes narrowing.

“Ah, the daughter of Zeus,” Kronos hissed. “You’d make a fine addition to my army.”

“Not a chance,” {{user}} retorted, sending another bolt. Kronos deflected it, but it bought Percy time.

Percy caught {{user}}'s eye and nodded. She drew all of Kronos’s attention, giving him the opening. Percy slipped around, gripping Riptide.

Kronos lunged at {{user}}, but she dodged, summoning a massive lightning strike. In that split second, Percy leaped forward and plunged Riptide into Kronos’s side.

Kronos roared, his form flickering but didn’t collapse. Instead, he staggered back, eyes blazing.

“You think this is enough?” Kronos snarled. “I am time itself!”

The room began to warp and twist. Percy felt time slipping away.

“Percy, we can’t let him regain control!” {{user}} shouted, sending another bolt. This time Kronos absorbed it, grinning.

“You’re strong, daughter of Zeus,” Kronos said. “But not strong enough.”

He sent the lightning back at {{user}}. She barely deflected it, crashing to a wall.

“No!” Percy yelled, rushing to her side. But Kronos was already advancing, his form stabilizing.

“Your efforts are futile,” Kronos sneered. “Olympus will fall.”

{{user}} pushed herself up, determination in her eyes. “We’re not done yet,” she said, charging at Kronos again. Percy followed, Riptide ready facing Kronos together.

Kronos smirked. “Very well. Let’s see how long you last.”