WITHDRAWING THE REMAINING LEGIONNAIRES was no option. So much was clear to both Jason and Reyna as they overlooked the battlefield from the makeshift infirmary that was built.
While the soldiers had begun the battle as organized as only a Roman legion could, the situation was anything but organized and withdrawing from the fortress would only cause further chaos and more deaths.
Their lines had long since been disrupted, monsters were everywhere, legionnaires were scattered all around, facing the monsters either on their own or in small groups. Others were just trying to get to safety, claw marks all over their bodies, acids eating away at their skin and armor and . . . well, to sum it all up, it was a horrible sight.
Reyna pushed him into the provisional tent, hiding the battlefield from Jason's eyes as he was roughly shoved onto one of the chairs standing around (how they had brought chairs in here was beyond him, but he was happy to get a break, his legs wouldn't have lasted much longer .
"Jason, what are you doing here?" someone asked from beneath him, their voice low and strained.
He shifted his head, only to see Julia sitting on the ground, her whole upper body bandaged and a gigantic clawmark running down her face. It was a horrible sight and he couldn't even imagine how much this injury hurt.
He remained silent as he drank the nectar Reyna had given him, leaving the talking to his friend.
Taking a look around the tent, which was filled with injured legionnaires, made Jason realize one thing: he shouldn't be sitting here, drinking nectar while others were outside, still fighting the monsters with injuries that were visible. The only thing holding Jason back from fighting was the tiredness of using his powers, but this would soon wear down, he knew that and really, he was just tired, this was not something that should stop him from fighting.
So really, there was no reason for him to sit around in the infirmary, he should be out in the battlefield.
Thankful for Julia, who distracted Reyna, Jason stood up, his feet wobbly and his surroundings turning black for a second, before it was all over and he could swiftly get out of the tent.
Nobody stopped him as he walked across the marble corridor, his sword in hand and fending off any monster that dared move in his way.
His gaze was set on the destroyed marble portal, in front of which laid golden sand and a horn. Jason needed to get there, fast.
Philomena had become a better fighter and knew her way around the battlefield but facing whatever hid in the center of Saturn's fortress . . . she wasn't ready to do that alone, yet; one day she would be able to, but not today.
Jason wanted this battle to be over. This war. It had cost enough lives already and if he, the son of Jupiter, wouldn't put an end to all this soon, many more would die in this pointless war.
Finally reaching the main hall, Jason looked around.
It seemed like most of the fights had remained back in the corridor, not even the monsters daring to enter this room. Jason could understand why just by the deathly glow surrounding the hall.
The hall, which was bigger than any room Jason had ever seen (and he had been to a lot of weird places in his many years at the legion), in its middle stood a turret-like tower, all made in black marble and judging by its height, he would guess that one would just die when falling off of this tower.
Which was what was happening to Philomena right now.
Standing atop the tower, she was fighting against another demigod and it seemed like she was losing.
The girl opposite her fought like a barbarian. There was no order in her technique, she just slashed at Philomena, rolled away under her attacks and did a whole lot of kicking, distracting and whatnot.
Philomena had never seen anybody fight like this so really, she was losing confidence in her ability and was close to giving up when she heard a shout from the ground.
Only then did she notice how the girl had cornered her in the little tower, her only way out would be to either try and turn, so that the other girl's back was against the black marble of the turret, or she would have to jump. Which she really didn't want to, she had already spent enough time in the air today.
So Philomena did the one thing she knew how to do and parried every single attack of the girl, only going into offense every once in a while, when she saw the girl grow distracted.
Another shout interrupted their fighting, this time it was louder and both girls looked down to the ground, where a lone figure stood and shouted in latin.
The girl, who in no way could have been Roman, looked confused as she tried to listen to the figure's words, not understanding a single one.
In the meantime, Philomena had understood Jason's words and was thankful for his help. Using the girl's distraction to her advantage, she stabbed her leg, the girl crumbling under the pain and going to the ground.
Philomena used the opening to the stairway for her escape, but as she was halfway down the stairs, loud footsteps echoed throughout the hall and made the floor shake.
A titan, clad in black armor, made of a material Philomena had never seen, entered the hall as Krios finally decided to participate in the battle against the Roman demigods, a gigantic sword in his hands. He looked around the hall, his eyes glinting in anger as he spotted the lone figure of Jason in the middle of the hall.
"So you are the demigod dumb enough to enter Kronos' throne room and challenge his power?"
Jason, knowing what would come next, gripped his sword tighter and just hoped that he would have enough strength left in himself to weaken the titan to enable the rest of the legion to defeat him.
"And who are you to think you could defeat me?" Jason spoke, his voice firm as he looked up at the titan. He wasn't afraid, since it didn't matter what happened to him, all he needed to do was hold on long enough to weaken the titan.
"You imbecile, I am the titan Krios and will make sure that you and your little legion will remember my name forever," was all the titan responded before gripping his sword and swinging it at Jason.
He managed to escape this fatal blow just in time, the floor cracking underneath its force. Jason glanced at the place he had stood in mere seconds ago and gulped.
This would be no easy fight.
HOPE speaks !
hi my lovelies I'm back with another chapter and have the next one already written out so let me tell you, shit's about to go down
and I'm so happy that we're nearing the end of this war, since ideas for the lost hero/ son of Neptune are already forming in my head and let me tell you, it will be one hell of a ride :)
anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and if you did, please do leave a vote or a comment
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