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❛ Here we are at the end of the world, waiting for the sky to break into flames─but we are together, as if the stars had aligned. ❜
Percy Jackson never thought he would fall in love with a traitor.
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✩ ━━━ chapter seventeen, in the embers. ❝Compete against the stars, with all of our hearts, until our temporary brilliance turns to ash.❞
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MIDTOWN WAS A WAR ZONE. On Blackjack's back, Percy flew over the chaotic scene, taking in the destruction and chaos below. Buildings lay in ruins, overshadowed by towering giants tearing through the trees of Bryant Park. As flames engulfed the overturned cars, an ominous glow illuminated the bronze statues engaged in a fierce battle against Hellhounds. In every direction, campers fought against Kronos' army, their weapons glinting in the flickering light of the Greek fire. The sound of battle cries and clashing metal filled the air, arrows whistling through the air, drowning out any other noise.
With a vicious rhythm, Blackjack's wings beat relentlessly, propelling them farther south. Urgency and a sense of triumph fueled their forward momentum as the wind tore wildly at his hair. Percy could feel the pounding of his heart within his chest, a steady reminder of the adrenaline coursing through his veins. In all honesty, he didn't help much against Hyperion; by the time Percy subdued the Clazmonian Sow, Attis, a minor god praised for his mastery over vegetation, and Caerus, a minor god of good fortune and fortunate circumstances, had managed to ensnare the Titan within the branches of a maple tree. The Titan only needed to be held still in his own personal hurricane to dampen his heat long enough for the gods to strike, which, as of that moment, Percy has learned he can do. Assisted by the woodland magic of satyrs and nymphs, their combined efforts proved devastating to Hyperion's army, reducing their numbers with each passing moment.
The preceding hours blended together in a haze. Percy fought at a pace he had never experienced before—hordes of dracaenae and telkhines fell by the dozens, empousai met their end at his hands, and enemy demigods were left unconscious on the ground for the prowling Hellhounds to drag them away to Micah's hideout. The battle seemed never-ending, but Percy felt confident; with each passing moment, the weight of responsibility seemed to lessen.
Several streets down from Central Park, Blackjack slowed down at the Rockefeller Center, descending to where a group of demigods were waiting for them. Percy recognized Annabeth, Grover, and Thalia among them. As he approached them, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. With the leadership of Hypnos and the help of the minor gods, they were able to push back the enemy and secure their position without losing any of their own.
