Cronus Vol I : Gods never die

Cap 1

It is said that the mind of a child can be a true temple, and within it, you can find the essence of the world. You can understand the most complicated enigmas by simply looking at a child.Five hundred meters away from the Federal Reserve Bank, Mr. K's office was situated. He was a respected businessman involved in the real estate field. However, as most who knew him would come to believe, his true nature was that of a director of ultra-secret CIA operations. It was a division created a long time ago for those truly significant events. And this event was indeed a serious one.With a true arsenal of data reception and transmission, the three dedicated satellites, along with a network of terrestrial relays, were to be utilized by the SSU division as the most important method of collaboration with other entities against those who aimed to compromise the country's integrity. The ultimate goal of this project was, in fact, to record the entire activity of the Earth in real-time in order to detect any potential threats. Of course, this method was not entirely clean, as even the world's most prominent leaders would be intercepted. And now, the most crucial weapon was about to become unresponsive in any way.Among the most costly projects ever funded by the World Fund, established after the Alpha event, as a so-called extraterrestrial interaction was named, intercepted by a group of researchers, it seemed like a true ordeal for K. Known to most employees as Mr. K, the mysterious director who rarely left his office except for unknown emergencies, he appeared to be an unbearable character. Few were those who had the chance to see his face, as his paranoia was so intense that he constructed a personal elevator with a separate entrance and a windowless armored room located at level -35, accessible only to those whom he allowed entry.

With a deeply tanned complexion and eyes sunken into their sockets, Mr. K's face did not present the most pleasant countenance. Coupled with his stout body, his appearance was truly enigmatic. Never before, since taking the helm of this institution, had he been as frightened as in these moments. He, a man of integrity and backbone, now seemed to have truly witnessed death itself. The room, which had appeared flawless just 20 minutes before the call, was now utterly devastated. The exquisitely expensive sculptures that adorned it were shattered and scattered,