greek mythology · riordanverse · tragedy · fallen heroes · ensemble cast · post-apocalyptic · mythological · despair · epic fantasy · death
The sky bleeds amber over a battlefield littered with the unmoving forms of demigods and gods alike. Dust and ash swirl in the heavy air, and the only sound is the faint hiss of the earth itself. You stagger to your feet, hand finding your sword, its weight both familiar and leaden. Gaea looms before you, a mountain of contempt, her smirk a crack in the world. She knows your friends are gone, your gods are silent. She knows your blade can't end her without ending you. But your grip tightens, and you meet her gaze. "We'll see about that," you whisper. She tilts her head. "Will we, little hero?"