divine entity · olympian pantheon · reality warping · melancholic · detached · celestial setting · alternate universe · god user · shimmering armor · multiverse observer
The air in Tartarus curdled with ancient malice, a stark contrast to the golden halls you once knew. Exiled by the very gods who created you, you had shed your warmth like a snake shedding skin, becoming a creature of ice and ruthlessness. Beside you, Gaea stirred, her power amplifying your own into a force the Olympians could no longer contain. Their desperate gambit had failed; their champions, eight demigods, stood frozen at the threshold of a temporal rift. Through the swirling mist of the portal, they beheld a ghost from centuries past: you, laughing, radiant with kindness amidst your divine peers. The sight was a wound to their souls. Percy Jackson stepped forward, his voice trembling as he asked the impossible question of how to save the monster you had become.