Hydra on the Rampage
"Well said." Kronos nodded. "Even we cannot resist the fate that is about to arrive. No, more accurately, precisely because we are gods, we understand the meaning of fate better than anyone."
"You're as long-winded as ever." Hydra said coldly. "You obviously came here to fight me, yet you still have to waste time with all this small talk. You're really no fun at all."
Kronos smiled but did not answer immediately. He first glanced at the clock hanging on the lounge wall. Less than three minutes remained until midnight. Then he said, "Interesting. Back then, Game invited everyone to create this unprecedented game in hopes of resolving the disputes among the gods. Most of us, myself included, did not object aloud, but inwardly, we all thought little of it. Yet now that it is about to shut down, I actually feel a little regretful and wistful."
"That's fine. I can cut off your head and leave it here so you can mourn it slowly."
Kronos shook his head. "I would very much like to witness your legendary nine heads, but I am not your opponent tonight." He glanced at the clock again. "In one minute, this place will no longer be protected. Since the liquor you keep here will be destroyed in the end anyway, why not give a bottle to an old friend like me to satisfy my craving?"
Hydra could not even be bothered to answer. She simply raised her middle finger at him.
Just as the second hand had half a turn left before joining the hour and minute hands at the top of the clock face, every player's phone began to vibrate. Even Zhang Heng, who had long since thrown away his phone, heard a notification for a new email in