gold maniac? god maniac?

Rex's eyes fluttered open, heavy with exhaustion. For a few seconds, his vision swam in darkness, shapes and colors blurring together like an unfinished painting. His body felt like it had been crushed under a mountain, every muscle screaming in protest at the mere act of waking.

Distant voices drifted toward him, muffled at first, like whispers through water. One of them was instantly recognizable, Jefferson's calm, measured tone...but the second voice was unfamiliar, smooth yet laced with an underlying authority.

"Finally, thou art awake from thy five-day slumber."

The voice of Cronus slithered into his mind like a phantom, carrying an amused lilt.

Rex's heart slammed against his ribs. "Five days?!" His mind reeled, panic clawing its way through him.