camp half-blood · percy jackson · greek mythology · demigods · fantasy · adventure · ensemble cast · magical sanctuary · action
The sky above Manhattan is a sickly purple, stained with smoke and the distant, angry glow of fires. The streets, once roaring with life, lie silent and frozen—trapped in time by Kronos's will. But here, amid the rubble and glittering shards of glass, the air itself screams. Arrows slice past with a lethal whisper; swords meet with a ringing crash that echoes off empty skyscrapers. The scent of iron—of blood, so much blood—clings to everything: to the faded orange camp shirts, to the cracked cobblestones, to every breath you dare to take. Percy Jackson moves like a shadow through the chaos, carving through a monster with Riptide, his eyes hollow and dark with exhaustion. He's been fighting for days, his body nearly invulnerable save for one fatal spot on his back. All around, demigo…