We've been fending off Kronos's forces for a week now, half of our troops are in the med-bay with the talk of having those with all their limbs being thrown back to the front lines. We lost the entrances into manhattan on the second day and the gods show no hope of fending off Typhon some of the weaker ones fell and we lost contact with Poseidon yesterday. For every monster, demigod, or whatever Zeus fearing beast that has thrown our way slain ten more pop up. All but some of our supplies explosives, arrows, medkits have been worn and badly damaged we have resorted to arts and crafts to make sure they don't run out naked with sticks. Percy hasn't spoken in three days since Annabeth's death; he sits in the corner while all the cabin leaders discuss strategies, bickering.
"Shut up!" Clarrise shouted, "No wonder y'all can't win this fight when you're more distracted arguing amongst yourselves," she continued while the Iris message of the gods fighting Typhon shows in the background, "The way I see it there's no way we can hold this city block any longer Kronos's forces grow while ours continue to shrink," Clarrise paused for a protest "they will just continue their way past our defensives until we break, I say let them," and thats exactly what we did.
After Clarrises' motivation speech, everyone that could walk and wield a sword was escorted to the front lines and we slowly gave in more and more until the door was locked with as much force possible "Everyone remembers the plans. Group 1 gets the injured on Olympian beds they're too busy fighting Typhon to care! Group two shutdown the elevators from floors 20! Group 3-20, Remember your battle stations Every floor will be new trouble! Groups 21, remember your mission, and don't fuck up!" Clarrise yelled out looking at me.
Everyone ran out as I went to the basement carrying a backpack filled with gold when I ran down all those stairs with the door welded shut. I set up my bombs, rubbing greek fire at the bottom of the support bomb while the others went to the top of Olympus planting precise bombs, when I was done I sat down watching the cameras
Hordes of un-divine beasts work their way up the stairs with a poof of golden dust on every new floor, each pair of Demigods fought bravely and until the end of their life taking on an army of monsters but at the end of it there was no hope you couldn't tell the difference to the end. I double-checked the bombs for my special part I watched the elevators go up 597… 598… 599, and I lit the fuse and watched the fire dance towards the fire. Group 21's mission was simple, bring down Olympus ontop of Kronos, Hectate kids were to stop the magic while I and some friends planted bombs to have it cave into itself not damaging other buildings or civilians. Everyone else made time to kill as many monsters as possible and suck them under the mountain. Then boom, loud noise, a flash of light, pressure, heat, and finally Charon.