Acrisius closed his eyes. And somewhere, on a far shore, a bronze chest rocked gently in the shallows, empty at last.
“King of Argos, you will have no sons. And your daughter’s son will lift a hand, and you will fall.” clash of the titans acrisius
Acrisius laughed. He summoned scholars who assured him the Gorgon was a myth, a fable to frighten children. Acrisius closed his eyes