"You're not my Perseus. Who are you?"
Kronos shifted uncomfortably at the sight of Perseus -- No, -- TA-6, facing him with eyes that struck fear even within the so-called "God" of Tempus, Ophanium. Speaking of which, where was he? Why was TA-6 in his arena?
A quick glance bore the answer - Ophanium was hung on the back of the wall. A display of violence from the Pyromancer, a solid and frightening display.
Kronos took a step back and narrowed his eyes a little, they watered in the heat and in the fact TA-6 was able to do this sort of thing.
"And you are not my Kronos,"
TA-6 said with a low huff, but seemed to relax just a little.
"but you are still one of many versions of him. Go, leave his hell."