Cronus, who was nailed to the ground, thought of hundreds of ways to pull his son off the throne and severely humiliate him. Of course, when he tried to move his body again and found that it was useless, he finally put aside the delusions in his mind.
He didn't know where Zeus had thrown him. It didn't belong to the sky or the sea. Even if the stones behind him were hard to ignore, Cronus would not use this to judge that this was a land of human activities. After all, there was no divine power of the woman, no change of seasons, and even living creatures had never been seen - oh, except for his divine servant, this pitiful little bird with sealed divine power and memory.
Note: The man's main job is preaching, and his side job is dealing with parent-child relationships.
"Your problem can be solved by eating your son. Remember not to eat him raw."
I'm not the one who wears men's and women's clothes and animals, and suffers from the chubby syndrome. Everyone believes my lies, and I'm good for nothing except fighting and being lucky.
Intention: Just feel good and that's it.