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The night the Minotaur came for Percy Jackson, the storm should have ended in blood.
Instead, the rain froze midair.
The thunder of Zeus vanished beneath a silence so deep it felt unnatural. Out of the shadows stepped a stranger with silver eyes, a cruel smile, and darkness curling around him like a living crown.
Caerus.
A seventeen-year-old immortal forged in Tartarus itself.
The hidden son of Nyx and Zeus.
The Silver-Tongued Shadow.
He kills the Minotaur with silent lightning before the beast can touch Sally Jackson, walks through Camp Half-Blood's magical barrier untouched, and throws the entire balance of Olympus into chaos.
Because Caerus knows things.
He knows Percy Jackson did not steal the Master Bolt.
He knows Olympus is rotting from the inside.
And he knows the gods deserve to fear what waits in the dark.
But the most dangerous thing in Caerus's path is not a Titan or monster.
It is Apollo.
The golden god of sunlight, prophecy, and truth becomes obsessed with the beautiful immortal who looks at him without reverence. Caerus sees through every flirtation, every practiced smile, every divine mask Apollo has ever worn.
For the first time in his immortal life, Apollo cannot lie.
And for the first time since escaping Tartarus... Caerus wants something he cannot control.
As war brews between Olympus and Kronos, the sun and the storm begin circling each other like rival constellations, equal parts devotion and destruction.
The sky was never meant to hold both daylight and absolute night.
But together?
They might burn the world into something new.