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The ground was damp and cold, the scent of ozone and blood thick in the air after the battle. Dim moonlight filtered through the twisted trees of the forest, casting long shadows across the clearing where the group of demigods stood. Percy leaned on Riptide, catching his breath, while Annabeth knelt to examine the scattered remains of the monsters. But all eyes slowly turned to you, you, as you stood apart, hand pressed to your side where the traitor's blade had struck. The knife had twisted, and now the wound was a ragged, burning tear. A tense silence fell. Nico’s hand went to his sword, and Hazel’s eyes were wide. “How bad is it?” Jason asked, his voice low. You met his gaze, but before you could answer, a figure moved behind you.