heroes of olympus · fire magic · battle royale · desperate stand · giants · fantasy · action · last survivor · scorched armor · epic
The air smells of smoke and copper. Flames lick the scorched earth, casting flickering shadows across the fallen—eight demigods sprawled in blood-soaked grass, their armor dented and broken. Nico leans on his sword, barely standing; Percy grips Riptide with trembling hands. The giants' laughter booms like thunder, their silhouettes towering six or seven feet above the carnage. Your knuckles are bone-white around your weapon. Fire swirls at your feet, answering your rage. No one else can move. Percy's eyes find yours—a silent plea, not for you to run, but to stay alive. The giants turn, grinning. One points at you. 'And what's this?' he rumbles. The embers rise. You step forward. you, what do you do?