Everyone knows the story of the god of the heavens and lightning—mighty Zeus, the King of Olympus, whose mere presence commands storms, whose wrath can shatter mountains with a flick of his wrist. They speak of him with reverence, with awe, with fear. The god who defeated the Titans, who shaped the order of the cosmos, who reigned supreme over gods and mortals alike.
But before Zeus, there was another. A god whose name once shook the heavens, whose hand once held dominion over all that is.
Before Zeus, there was Cronus.
A name that now lingers only in whispers. A name that the victors of history wish to erase.
Cronus was born in the shadow of cruelty. His father, Uranus, the Primordial Sky, was a tyrant beyond imagining. Cold, distant, and absolute. He ruled not with wisdom, but with fear. He saw his own children—the Titans, the Cyclopes, the Hecatoncheires—not as offspring, but as threats.
