Look, I didn't want to be different.
Hera was up to some mischief.
And something, deep within in the ground. Deeper than Gaea, is stirring. Atlas stands, carrying the weight of the sky on his hands seems to be struggling more than usual.
Seventeen years after the War of Gaea. A lot of demigods have finally settled down and hope for peace. Rachel hasn't given any prophecies since and everyone is happy. Mostly.
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