From the ground he watched as his family was torn apart.
He knows he's dying, as a son of Hades he could feel his own life force slipping away. He knows he only had a short period of time left. He knows. But he also knows that he is unable to help his friends. Not when he can't help himself.
One by one they were slaughtered by the earth itself. Gaea picked them off one by one. Killing them in ways he has only seen in his fathers Fields of Punishment. Each of their deaths seared into his memory as the last things he would witness.
It started with Frank then Reyna then Hazel and after that they all blurred together, no longer was he able to tell the order they happened in, but the gruesome ways they happened would always haunt him, even after death.
Eventually there was only two left, the strongest of them all, the one they all looked up to, his older brother in everything but blood, Percy. And the girl who was like an older sister to him ever since he lost his own, Annabeth.
Percy fought like a demon.
His blade, Riptide, slicing through blasts of earth and monsters like a hot knife through butter. He himself was a blur, every movement was unpredictable, yet calculated. Every swing of his sword was deadly, but filled with hope of a better future. He was moving so destructively, yet oh so gracefully.
It was the most amazing thing The Ghost King has ever seen.
And Annabeth was doing her thing too, every movement no matter how small was calculated to even the smallest variable instantly. She is showing the hordes of monsters that she truly is a daughter of Athena.
For a moment his spirits were raised, maybe they could win this war. Maybe those two would save the world once again. Maybe they-
His hopeful thoughts were interrupted as sand erupted from the ground and ensnared the gods in a cacoon of earth. They could get out, but it would take a while. But Nico knew they didn't have a while.
And for the last time Nico knew, he knew that they were doomed.
His eyes started to close.
The gods were trapped, and the only demigods left are Percy and Annabeth. They had no hope.
They closed further.
Out of the corner of his vision he saw an earthen spear erupt from the ground, and enter the chest of his sister in all but blood and felt her soul enter the underworld.
His eyes immediately traveled to Percy who was furiously cutting his way to Gaea.
He didn't want to keep them open any longer.
As he was about to close them he felt a drop of water hit his face.
And he remembered, they have Percy Jackson on their side, there is no way they would lose.
He just knows it.
His eyes finally fall shut. And he has a smile on his face.