Chapter 44

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~PERSEUS~

I sat down and sighed, glad to be done. Being dramatic is exhausting. I don't know how Zeus does it. My computer remained open in front of me, the holograms gone, displaying the countless missions I was overseeing at the moment.

Zeus stood up. "The next thing we must discuss is strategy. What do we know about the enemy?"

"The doors of death are open and chained down again," I said, looking up from my computer. "I have already set a mission to release them into motion."

"And you are certain that this mission will succeed?" Zeus asked. I nodded firmly, leaving no room for discussion.

"According to my spies, the enemy has split his army into three waves, each with a different general with-" I was cut off by a voice in my head.

In position, she whispered and disappeared without a trace. The plan had worked. We actually had a chance of-

"Perseus?" Hades asked, concerned. I realized I'd zoned out, having stopped abruptly in the middle of a sentence.

"She's in," I said to nobody in particular, to those who would understand. "She's in," I repeated, the reality of the situation sinking in. Triton cracked a grin and clapped me on the back, and Clara whooped.

"Who's where?" Nico asked, standing up.

"My spy. She's in position," I responded. I couldn't reveal all my cards too early. "As I was saying, I continued, the enemy army has been split into three waves, each with its own general with different strategies. This way, even if the enemy is compromised, the monsters can still proceed with guidance."

"Do we know if any of the titans or giants will have been reformed? Since our enemy is the primordial of the pit, who knows how fast he can bring them back," Athena mused, eyes off to the distance, deep in thought.

"The giants won't be able to regenerate this fast, with or without a primordial's help, and the titans have been taken care of," I said, refusing to elaborate.

"What do you mean they were taken care of?" Hermes asked. We'd become prank friends after Luke's death.

"A companion and I traveled to the pit to eliminate the titans before they could completely gain their strength."

"Okay, anything else we know about the enemy?" Ares asked, holding a civil discussion for once.

"They have little to no battle strategy so far, just swarm in waves and kill as many as possible. The enemy has gotten cocky and believes numbers alone will aid his win. Originally, he banked on his spies, giving him our plans and creating a plan to solely counter ours, which is why I eliminated the spies as quickly as possible," I explained. It seemed I would be the only one contributing anything to this meeting. None of the gods or demigods had thought to get work done before this meeting. I guess they had planned for this meeting to decide what we would do about the war. But it was too late to start making plans. Tartarus was really getting cocky, and in a few weeks, it was going to show.

"Okay then, what else, if that's all we know about the enemy?"

"That's all I know at the moment. Now that my spy is in position, I'll be able to get a lot more information in the next few days," I responded. The gods nodded. "As for our war plans," I continued, "leave everything to me." I didn't trust them to have a good enough strategy, and if my spies did their work, we wouldn't need one.

"Are you sure we should leave all the planning to you? After all, they call you a Seaweed Brain for a reason, Peter," Dionysus said, speaking up for once. So he could remember my nickname but not my actual name?

"I only made it this far because I was smart enough to play dumb and let Annabeth do the work. It gave me more freedom to live my life as a world-renowned assassin."

"If that is all, I hereby announce this meeting as adjourned," Hestia said, standing up. "Though I do implore you to stay and continue your dinner with your companions."

"That applies to us gods too," she added with a smile in my direction.

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Sorry this one was so short

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