Harold Strong's Arc

Chapter 1 of 1

Harold stood in front of his team and told them the truth. The Titans had escaped. Hadie's family was stone now, sealed by ancient power beyond anything they'd faced. Harold watched his rangers process the news — Pegi's jaw tight, Ace's fingers curling into fists, Hadie's eyes gone distant and hard. They stood in the war room at headquarters, surrounded by screens showing the damage. One feed looped footage of the shattered statue where the Titans had broken free, chunks of marble scattered like broken teeth. Another showed the ruined sanctuary where Hadie's family stood frozen, vines already creeping up their stone faces. Harold had seen the site himself an hour ago. The sanctuary's columns were cracked, its floor buckled from the force of whatever curse the Titans had unleashed. Harold moved to the table and spread out a map. He marked three locations where Titan energy had spiked in the last day. Pegi leaned in immediately, her tactical mind already working. Ace hung back, arms crossed, waiting for orders. Hadie just stared at the screen showing his family. Harold recognized the look — it was the same one he'd worn years ago, before he learned that rage without direction only burned the person holding it. "We hunt them down," Harold said. "All of them. We get strong enough to win, and we bring the gods back." He looked at each ranger in turn. "That means no more playing it safe. No more backup plans where I pull you out before you hit the ground." He saw Ace's eyes snap to him, something flickering there — surprise, maybe hope. "Greece needs its most feared strike team. So that's what we're going to become."