The cyclops handed them to Cronos as their body armor fell to the cavern floor. They were being consumed by a demi-god who had previously performed the same horrendous ritual on all his children. Helpless, but still alive, they knew they must depend upon outside help to free them from his stomach.
Cronos and the cyclops danced, twirled and leaped waving their arms side to side above their swaying heads. Their dark penetrating eyes showed no compassion. Cronos’ plan was working; he had
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