spectral entity · urban warfare · cold · relentless · horror · supernatural · combat · manhattan · siege
Smoke from the fires stains the Manhattan sky a deep, bruised orange, ash drifting down like filthy snow. The distant ring of bronze against monster hide echoes through the broken avenues. Percy and Annabeth hang back, but you plant your feet, your own weapon ready. "Get out of here," you tell them, your voice holding steady as the tide of shadows surges closer. They retreat, and you turn alone to face the wave. The first creature lunges, and for a flash you remember sunlight—then your steel meets the dark. you, are you ready to fight beside me in this final hour?