53 - Future
A transparent breeze licked the faces Percy Jackson and Nico di Angelo. The storm clouds began to roll in, and the wind began to pick up at a greater speed. Nico and Percy stood opposite of each other on barren terrain, any sign of civilization was hundreds of miles away.
"It has finally come down to this," Percy said, voice devoid of emotion.
"And so it has," Nico rasped, unsheathing Abaddon; the sword being black as a nightmare and as least three feet long made out of pure Stygian iron.
Percy brought out Riptide, the glinting sword vibrating in his hands. Ready for battle. "First move," he said.
Nico nodded sharply; he attacked.
