Percy felt his heart turn to lead. They broke up. They really did. Whatever came between them was unknown, but one thing's for sure: If he can't have what he wants, he'll destroy everything he once loved. * * * SPOILER ALERT! * * * "Percy, you can't be serious!" Nico cried. Was this the Percy that he once saw as a mythical figure? the savior of Camp Half-Blood? "Destroying your home?" Percy scoffed and raised his sword at the Greek demigods. "Camp Half-Blood was never my home. The Twelfth Legion is! I swear on the River Styx, I will lead war on you graecus scum by the Feast of Spes."