Percy had no idea how Gaia had managed to teleport her entire army from Hades-knows-where, assuming she had used the tunnel method, without causing a 9.0 earthquake. As he reached the summit of Half-blood Hill, overlooking the woods below where the sounds were coming from, his heart skipped a beat, and his eyes practically fell from his head.

He had seen the army before; the advance group sent here in the first battle, yet that was nothing compared to the mind-blowingly massive size of this one. Legions upon legions of all sorts of monsters, some of them clad to the bone in armour and weaponry, and others completely vulnerable. There were horrific mutations of demons, some that walked on two or more legs, some that soared above on leathery wings, wielding either their natural weapons or bony swords and shields. He recognised certain species of creatures from the Titan War, like empousai, dracaenae warriors or monstrous cyclops, yet they felt inferior compared to their demonic brethren. Aside from them, earthen golems the height of a double-deckered bus gazed up at him facelessly, humming as though they were in a mantra. Percy assumed they were minor creations of Gaia.

The Giants towered over them, blocking the light from the noon sun. Percy saw Orion grinning at him, his taut bow pointed directly at him in mockery. His chest winced slightly. Besides him, he saw a Giant with no mouth and empty eye sockets, two smaller Giants which looked identical, a Giant which carried a trident much like Poseidon's, but it was an unearthly green, and in the centre, much taller than his brethren, their king. Somehow, he remembered his name, maybe from the numerous facts Annabeth bombarded him with. Porphyrion, the king of the Giants and bane to Zeus. He only wielded a spear; not very flashy, but he looked incredibly more menacing than the others.

There were more of them, perhaps two to three, but Percy was already fearful enough to tear his eyes away from them, to his army.

Amazingly, or perhaps with help from Athena, the demigods were assembled in formation, each perfectly armoured, eyes cold with fear yet anger. The Olympians stood behind them, and Percy noticed Dionsyus and Apollo's eyes were closed, energy glowing between their palms. As the magic brightened, a barrier shielding them, just barely visible. The rest of the gods were also armoured and wielding their weapons.

Strangely, Zeus didn't stride forward to take charge, as Percy thought he would. At first he assumed it was fear, which Percy felt was plausible, but he couldn't help but think that something had happened in his absence which had humbled the Olympian.

Then again, Percy himself was amazed that he himself hadn't run off at the sight of so many Giants and monsters. Sure, fear struck him like Zeus' lightning bolts, but a small part of him was also - dare he say it - anxious to fight. Perhaps it was simply the disappointment from the last enemy he'd encountered despite being the last of the five, but he longed to be in a full-scale war which threatened the survival of Olympus and the mortal world. The adrenaline and the time that seemed to slow down when he was one hit away from death. It was...invigorating.

"This is your last chance to surrender to Gaia, demigods and Olympians." Porphyrion spoke, but his mouth was like a hundred speakers, so Percy and the rest of the army could hear him quite clearly. "You fight a losing battle. How will you defeat the earth?"

"How will you shut your mouth?' Percy yelled back. Porphyrion growled.

"So this is the famous Perseus Jackson, the one who has impeded Mother's plans so much. You do not look like much. I cannot see how you could have defeated Mimas."

"He was arrogant. So are you." Percy replied, knowing it was a lie as he recounted the painful experience in his mind.

"You mistake us for the Titans. We are their superiors in strength and intelligence."

"And I think you're the exception."

Snarling in annoyance, Porphyrion roared, "Enough talk. Let the fight begin."

The order was given. The two armies rushed towards each other, and Riptide was already drawn.

It started easily enough. Both armies clashed at the foot of the hill, and chaos descended upon the battleground. The hellhounds were the quickest - to die, that is. Percy sliced them in half easily as they pounced towards him. If they had served one purpose, it would be to remind him that he had his own hellhound. As he finished the last one, he gave his loudest whistle. Within moments, the shadows behind him rippled as Mrs O' Leary shadow-travelled into existence and began ripping up the enemy.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a battalion of Athena campers about to be overwhelmed by some Cyclops. He thrust his hand out and a geyser burst under the Cyclops' feet, launching them into the air and making them an easy target for Apollo campers. "Thanks Percy!" Malcolm said, but Percy was already fighting another group.

To make things even better, Percy hadn't noticed anything at first, but then as he sprinted past the corpses of some dracaenae, he saw silver arrows sprouting from them. He grinned, knowing the Hunters Of Artemis had arrived. He launched into a legion of those demons and spun Riptide in a deadly arc, cutting all of them down.

He repeated this, slashing and spinning, occasionally unleashing another waterspout to save some of his allies. He tore his eyes away from the fallen, not wanting the image of their ashen face to be seared into his mind.

Then he met his first real challenger. The Giant Encladeus marched towards him with a spear in hand. No words were exchanged before Encladeus pointed a finger at Percy, and the runes that floated around him launched themselves towards Percy. Percy yelled and a waterspout opened in front of him to counter it.

Capitalising on the momentary pseudo-smokescreen, he leapt through it, Riptide extended. Encladeus immediately held up his spear to parry it. Sparks flashed as the steel collided, sending Percy to the ground. He rolled to the side just as Encladeus stabbed his spear at where he had been.

He got to his feet, breathing hard. Encladeus wasted no time before he lunged forward to smash Percy with his knee, but Percy rolled under him and slashed the Giant's heel, earning a roar of pain. Encladeus fell down, and in the next instant, streaks of silver arrows appeared on Encladeus' head, and the Giant dissolved into dust.

Percy looked at the dust for a second before coming to his senses. Turning around, he went back into the fight.

Anytime now, Dad, Nico gritted his teeth as he slashed apart a legion of ghouls, thinking about the words his father said to him.

"I need to assemble the armies of Erebus." Hades had said. "Stay safe. I'll be back shortly.

Nico could sense the fight waning against him. He could see the fallen demigods, nothing in comparison to the monsters he himself had already slain, but still a good one-fifth of the camp. He unconsciously said a silent prayer for them, just as a horrifying feeling overcame him. He could sense death, he knew that, and there were souls leaving their bodies everywhere he looked, but it felt heavy. A god was going to die.

He scanned his surroundings. He would be able to feel it, the person. Turning a full three hundred and sixty, his heart dropped like a piece of obsidian as he locked on the direction of Half-blood hill, where there were only two gods unprotected, ironically protecting the demigods from any unleashed power from the Giants.

Without thinking, he had already shadow-travelled up the hill, before he threw up a barricade of black energy in front of Dionsyus and Apollo, something he'd never done before.

A black arrow embedded itself into the wall, bare inches from Apollo's face, whose eyes were as wide as plates. The black arrow dissolved the wall and itself. Nico could tell that arrow would have killed anyone, but at the cost of being the only one Orion could fire. He heaved a sigh of relief.

"Thanks, cousin." Apollo grinned at Nico, but he could tell he was absolutely terrified.

Nico nodded his head bleakly, completely in shock of what had just happened. He slowly looked down at the battle raging below him. He could see small groups of demigods close together fighting off the monsters that swarmed towards them. The other Olympians were locked in a stalemated combat with the Giants, neither seemingly gaining the edge over the other. The Hunters were either in the fray with their silver knives or in the trees above sniping with their bow.

As for Percy, well, he had summoned a hurricane and was currently deep behind enemy lines, completely destroying any nearby enemies. Anything that got closed was either sliced and diced by his sword or slammed into dust by the hurricane.

"You can go now, Mr di Angelo. I think we'll be alright. Thank you for saving my brother here" Dionsyus murmured to him. Nico wordlessly shadow-travelled away, his muscles aching from using so much of his energy, but he held his sword tightly, ready for another round.

"Mother!" Aphrodite burst into the throne room where Gaia was seated calmly on the highest seat.

"We're losing! Encladeus and Polybetes are already dead, and the army is being slaughtered by Perseus!"

"It is no matter," she replied. "The siege on their camp was never going to work, not with Perseus and the Olympians. Let them gain their confidence. We will soon wipe it completely. Just inform Porphyrion not to die. He will be the one to claim Perseus' soul for the last time. In the meantime, are the two ready?"

"They're on their way here now for transportation." Aphrodite replied.

"Good. Send them there. I will go there myself now." Gaia's form then turned into stone and crumbled, seemingly disappearing at the same time.

Aphrodite turned to the entrance of the throne room where she heard shuffling. Expectantly, she saw Hestia and Annabeth Chase escorted by a guard into here, both of their expressions void. She couldn't help grinning at that. Nodding to the guard who promptly left, she then said, "If it's any comfort, you both will be meeting your loved one again. Enjoy the trip!"

With that, she snapped her fingers, and the two were teleported.

I hope this makes up for my very long updates. I do apologize if this perception of Percy here is too OOC, and also really really sorry for the crappy fight scenes. I think this is my third time I've ever written a fight scene, much less a full-scale war between gods and men. One day I'll look back on this and cringe.

Aside from that, hooray! The story is finally coming to a close. I still want to apologize again for the lack of Perstia. Maybe I'll do a more romance-inclined story of Perstia next time, but staying in the present, thank you for all your support. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Even pointing out the slightest grammar error to the largest plot hole (and seriously, there are a lot, at least to me), as well as your follows and favourites. I always get hyped over receiving that email notification, and I've never deleted one before :D, but it was always a slap in the face from my mind telling me to update. Heh.

Thanks for reading!

-Ignatius