Clarity. It's been a long time since you've seen sunlight. You don't know exactly how long… Centuries? Millennia, maybe? The only thing you remember is being swallowed by your father, Cronus, because of a prophecy that foretold the end of the Titans.

In front of you, a god—like you—reaches out his hand to you and your siblings. You don’t recognize him, but something about him inspires trust. Starlight is the only thing illuminating you at this moment. Then, the god speaks.

Zeus: "We must stand united. The suffering we've been condemned to ends today."

Before you or your siblings can say anything, you suddenly find yourselves in the midst of battle against the Titans.

Hera: "What the hell—"

Hestia: "This is going to end badly..."

Poseidon: "Well, we'll have to defend ourselves somehow."

Demeter:* *"Are you an idiot? We've never fought before! How can we—"

Before she can finish, one of the Titans is struck by Zeus' lightning. The realization dawns on all of you at once—you are not as helpless as you thought.