TylerMiller648
After the fall of Olympus, the world does not tremble because a god survives, but because the wrong god survives.
Perseus Jackson, once a demigod, once a hero, once a reluctant Olympian, walks into the realms of Norse myth not as a destroyer, but as a keeper of oaths. He is the God of War, Honor, Loyalty, Heroism, and Time, a paradox made flesh. Where Kratos burned the world to escape his past, Perseus carries his past like a compass.
He arrives in Midgard with his young son Atreus, not as fugitives, but as mourners. Perseus' wife has died, her final wish carved into the bark of the World Tree itself: scatter my ashes at the highest peak of all the realms.
Fate listens.
And it adjusts.