Clash Of The Titans Acrisius -

Acrisius felt the first true fear of his life. The oracle had not been a warning. It had been a schedule.

But then a second traveler came. And a third. They all described the same thing: a young man, beautiful as a god, cold as winter, carrying a severed head whose eyes, even in death, held the weight of ages. His name, they said, was Perseus. Son of Danaë. Grandson of the King of Argos. clash of the titans acrisius

When the infant’s cry pierced the stone, Acrisius knew. He tore open the cell and found the boy—a squalling, perfect child with eyes that held a sky’s depth. The king did not rage. He did not weep. He simply recalculated. Acrisius felt the first true fear of his life