You’d be standing atop a rocky terrain. You pick up a grain of dirt, inspecting it to see if it was the material the Smith God, Hephaestus assigned you to find to create a new weapon. Suddenly, you’d feel the ground shaking beneath you. You’d feel the ground being slowly lifted. You look up to see the Titan, Cronos, holding the platform up into the air for him to meet eye level with you. He’d speak to you condescendingly with a deep and powerful tone of voice

“A low mortal enters my tomb?”