storm is coming

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We ran with the Apollo flag in our hands, our hearts bursting with joy. We could already see victory approaching, but then...

The voice. A familiar voice pierced my mind, jolting my thoughts.

"It's time," it whispered.

And then, as if the voice itself was the command, a heavy fog began to engulf the ground.

"Guys," I said in panic, trying to warn them. Everyone turned toward the fog, their eyes wide with alarm.

"This is weird," Taylor muttered, "This kind of weather isn't supposed to enter the camp."

And then, before we could process it, Adam shouted, "Duck!"

Above us, enormous metal birds descended, shooting sharp feathers like arrows. These birds were not ordinary mechanical creatures; they were built for war, with silvery metal feathers, glowing red eyes, and sharp beaks that could pierce armor.

Arrows were flying from all directions, the sky filled with the whistling sounds of metal slicing through the air.

One of the arrows narrowly missed my head, hitting the ground and causing a small explosion.

A wave of heat hit me, knocking me backward, but I managed to stay on my feet.

Explosions began to sound all around. It was just like my dream...

"They're attacking the camp!" I shouted. We ran back to the camp as fast as we could, my heart pounding with every step.

Taylor drew his sword, its hard blade gleaming in the setting sun, while Lia drew her bow, pulling back the string, ready to shoot at any moment.

My heart was racing so fast, there was no way this was real. My nightmare couldn't come true, right?

When we arrived at the camp, the scene was horrifying: the campers were being attacked from all sides.

I could see hellhounds tearing through, their black fur and glowing red eyes, half-woman half-snake creatures with shimmering scales and eyes as cold as ice.

Then, in front of me, I spotted one creatured I remember statue of it from the trip to greece -a massive minotaur, nearly two meters tall, with curled horns and muscles bulging like stone.

It made the ground shake with every step, its eyes blazing with cruelty.

Above us, a sharp whistle sounded, a metal feather flying directly into a large house on the hill, a house I hadn't noticed before.

The house exploded into splinters, scattering glass and wood everywhere.

The blast knocked me to the ground, but I quickly got up, the pain in my leg not stopping me from continuing to run.

Lia was shooting arrows rapidly at the hellhounds, each arrow hitting its target as if guided by the gods themselves.

These hounds weren't ordinary creatures-they were demons from hell, meant to hunt the souls of warriors.

They disintegrated into dust the moment the arrow struck them, their last breath escaping as black smoke that vanished into the air.

A half-woman half-snake creature, with a penetrating and cold gaze, lunged at Kate, who immediately revealed two golden daggers.

She thrust one dagger into the snake's belly, and the creature hissed in pain, trying to coil around Kate.

But Kate was too fast, and she cut it again, this time in the neck, bringing it down to the ground.

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