eclipse [j.grace 1]

xxvii. i've got sun in my motherfucking pocket

The sky above Camp Jupiter was a swirling mass of ominous clouds as the decisive battle against Selene's forces loomed on the horizon. The camp was abuzz with frantic activity as demigods prepared for the confrontation that would determine their fate. Jason, and Reyna had just returned from their reconnaissance mission, their faces etched with the weight of the knowledge they carried.

Jason's face was grim as he gathered the legionnaires in the central courtyard. "We've seen firsthand the power Selene's forces wield. The attack on Mount Othrys is imminent, and we need to be prepared for a fight like we've never seen before."

Reyna stepped forward, her voice steady despite the underlying tension. "We've managed to gather critical intel. Selene's army is massive, and they've fortified their position on Mount Othrys. But we've also discovered that Krios is rallying the Titans, planning a final assault."

Eira's gaze met Jason's, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. "What's the plan?"

Jason nodded to Reyna before addressing the gathered campers. "Reyna and Marcus will lead the assault at the base of the mountain. We'll create a diversion and draw Selene's forces away from the main battle. Meanwhile, Eira and I will tackle the summit and face the Titan Krios."

Marcus, standing resolutely by Reyna's side, offered a reassuring nod. "The legion will be ready. We've trained for this moment. Let's make it count."

As the sun began to set, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield, the two factions prepared for the clash. The ground trembled with the approaching forces, and the air was charged with the promise of violence.

The battle began with a thunderous roar as Selene's army charged forward. Reyna and Marcus led the assault, their forces clashing with the enemy in a ferocious melee. The camp's defences held firm, but the cost of victory was steep. Demigods fell alongside monsters, and the sounds of battle echoed across the valley.

Demigods and monsters clashed in a furious melee, their roars and cries echoing across the valley. Amidst the chaos, Reyna and Marcus fought valiantly at the base of Mount Othrys, their leadership and bravery shining through the turmoil.

The forces of Selene, fierce and unyielding, had pressed their advantage, pushing the camp's defences to their limits. The battle was taking its toll, and it was clear that the outcome would hinge on a few critical moments.

Marcus, standing tall with his sword gleaming in the dim light, fought with the ferocity of a cornered lion. His armour was battered, but his spirit was unbroken. Beside him, Reyna fought with a resolute determination, her gladius slicing through the ranks of the enemy as she watched over her friend and comrade.

In the midst of the fray, a figure emerged from the shadows—a familiar and treacherous face. Lyra, once a praetor and now a fierce adversary, had returned with a vengeance. Her eyes were cold and calculating as she surveyed the battlefield, her powers crackling with dark energy.

"Marcus!" Reyna shouted, her voice barely audible over the din. "Lyra's here!"

Marcus's gaze shifted to the figure approaching them, his expression a mixture of recognition and determination. "I see her. We need to end this."

Lyra's presence was like a dark cloud over the battlefield. She moved with an unsettling grace, her power surging as she summoned a barrage of dark energy toward the camp's defenders. Her betrayal was not forgotten, and her motives were clear: she sought to crush the camp's resolve and solidify her own position.

Reyna and Marcus advanced to confront her, their path clear through the swirling chaos. Lyra's eyes locked onto Marcus, and a cruel smile spread across her face.