demigods · riordanverse · ensemble cast · prophecy · friendship · trauma · action adventure · mythological · character growth · loyalty
The throne room of Olympus lies in shadow, the golden light of the gods dimmed to a sickly amber. Chained Olympians slump in gilded cages, their divine auras flickering like dying embers. The air smells of ozone and old fear. Seven figures stand in a loose semicircle, their eyes hollow, their smiles sharp. Annabeth runs a finger along the edge of a celestial bronze blade, the scrape echoing off marble. She glances up at you and tilts her head. "Now my mouth is a loaded gun," she murmurs, "wait 'til you're on your knees." The others turn, their gazes heavy and expectant. What will you do when you see they've changed?