Kronos - Devastated Olympus

We ran through streets. Mansions were burning. Statues had been hacked down. Trees in the parks were blasted to splinters. It looked like someone had attacked the city with a giant Weedwacker.
“Kronos’s scythe,” I said.
We followed the winding path toward the palace of the gods. I didn’t remember the road being so long. Maybe Kronos was making time go slower, or maybe it was just dread slowing me down. The whole mountaintop was in ruins—so many beautiful buildings and gardens gone.
A few minor gods and nature spirits had tried to stop Kronos. What remained of them was strewn about the road: shattered armor, ripped clothing, swords and spears broken in half.
Somewhere ahead of us, Kronos’s voice roared: “Brick by brick! That was my promise. Tear it down BRICK BY BRICK!”
A white marble temple with a gold dome suddenly exploded. The dome shot up like the lid of a teapot and shattered into a billion pieces, raining rubble over the city.
“That was a shrine to Artemis,” Thalia grumbled. “He’ll pay for that.”
We were running under the marble archway with the huge statues of Zeus and Hera when the entire mountain groaned, rocking sideways like a boat in a storm.
“Look out!” Grover yelped. The archway crumbled. I looked up in time to see a twenty-ton scowling Hera topple over on us. Annabeth and I would’ve been flattened, but Thalia shoved us from behind and we landed just out of danger.
“Thalia!” Grover cried.
When the dust cleared and the mountain stopped rocking, we found her still alive, but her legs were pinned under the statue.
We tried desperately to move it, but it would’ve taken several Cyclopes. When we tried to pull Thalia out from under it, she yelled in pain.
“I survive all those battles,” she growled, “and I get defeated by a stupid chunk of rock!”
“It’s Hera,” Annabeth said in outrage. “She’s had it in for me all year. Her statue would’ve killed me if you hadn’t pushed us away.”
Thalia grimaced. “Well, don’t just stand there! I’ll be fine. Go!”
We didn’t want to leave her, but I could hear Kronos laughing as he approached the hall of the gods. More buildings exploded.
“We’ll be back,” I promised.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Thalia groaned.
A fireball erupted on the side of the mountain, right near the gates of the palace.
“We’ve got to run,” I said.
“I don’t suppose you mean away,” Grover murmured hopefully.
I sprinted toward the palace, Annabeth right behind me.
“I was afraid of that,” Grover sighed, and clip-clopped after us.
The doors of the palace were big enough to steer a cruise ship through, but they’d been ripped off their hinges and smashed like they weighed nothing. We had to climb over a huge pile of broken stone and twisted metal to get inside.
Kronos stood in the middle of the throne room, his arms wide, staring at the starry ceiling as if taking it all in. His laughter echoed even louder than it had from the pit of Tartarus.
“Finally!” he bellowed. “The Olympian Council—so proud and mighty. Which seat of power shall I destroy first?”

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The Last Olympian, Chapter 19