Warning: Certain ancient Greek names matches words use of foul language but no foul language was intentionally used. Also if you haven't read them yet read 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Early Adventures' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Sea of Monsters' 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Titan's Curse' and 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Olympians: The Magical Labyrinth' as well as the one shots 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Stolen Chariot' The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Sword of Hades', and The Tales of the Son of Poseidon & the Bronze Dragon' before reading this story as stuff that happened in them will be mentioned. Lastly, any one who wants to do a Demigods and Olympian reads story using 'The Tales of the Son of Poseidon' is allowed as long as you inform me about it.

I Finally Read the Great Prophecy

If you want to be popular at Camp Half-Blood, come back from a mission, especially one that impressed even the gods.

Word of my arrival spread as soon as I walked out of the ocean. Our beach in on the North Shore of Long Island, and it's enchanted so most people can't even see it. People don't just appear on the beach unless they're demigods or gods, or really, really lost pizza delivery guys. (It's happened—but that's another story).

Anyway, that afternoon the lookout on duty was Connor Stoll from Hermes cabin. When he spotted me, he got so excited he fell out of his tree. Then he blew the conch horn to signal the camp and ran to greet me.

Connor had a crooked smile that match his crooked sense of humor. He's a pretty nice guy, but you should always keep one hand on your wallet and valuables when he's around, and do not, under any circumstances, give him access to shaving cream unless you want to find your sleeping bag full of it. He's got curly brown hair and is a little shorter than his brother, Travis, which is the only way I can tell them apart. They are both so unlike Luke but they were still children of Hermes.

"Percy?" he yelled. "Thank gods you're alive! We were worried when Beckendorf arrived on Mrs. O'Leary alone. All he told us was that you jumped the ship."

Hearing that Beckendorf and Mrs. O'Leary came back in one piece was huge sigh a relief.

"So where were you?" Connor asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I responded.

Together we climbed the sand dunes. A few hundred yards away, people were already streaming toward us, smiling and excited. Percy's back, they were probably thinking.

I stopped at the dining pavilion and waited for them. No sense rushing down there to tell them that I survived and been at my dad's realm, no matter how jealous it would make people.

I gazed across the valley from the dining pavilion, which was the best place to get a good view of pretty much everything. Hills ringed the valley. On the tallest, Half-Blood Hill, Thalia's pine tree stood with the Golden Fleece hanging from the branches, magically protecting the camp from its enemies. The guard dragon Peleus was so big now I could see him from here—curled around the tree trunk, sending up smoke signals as he snored.

To my right spread the woods. To my left, the canoe lake glittered and climbing wall glowed from the lava pouring down its side. Twelve cabins—one for each Olympian god—made a horseshoe pattern around the common area. Farther south were the strawberry fields, the armory, and the four-story Big House with its sky blue paint job and its bronze eagle weathervane.

In some way, the camp looked the same as always, but the number of campers were as low as ever.

Four years ago, we had one hundred campers, but now we don't even have half that many. Some had left and never come back. Some had died fighting. Others—we tried not to talk about them—had gone over the enemy.

The ones who were still here were battle-hardened and weary. There was little laughter at camp these days. Even Hermes' kids didn't play so many pranks. It's hard to enjoy practical jokes when your whole life feels like one.

Chiron galloped into the pavilion first, which was easy for him since he's a white stallion from the waist down. His beard had grown wilder. He wore a green t-shirt that said MY OTHER CAR IS A CENTAUR and a bow slung over his back.

"Percy!" he said. "Thank the gods. But where…"

Annabeth rand right behind him, and I'll admit my heart did a little relay race in my chest when I saw her. It's not that she tried to look good. We'd been either doing so many combat missions lately, she hardly brushed her curly blond hair anymore, and she didn't care what clothes she was wearing—usually the same old orange camp T-shirt and jeans, and once in a while her bronze armor. Her eyes were stormy fray. Most of the time we couldn't get through a conversation without trying to strangle each other. Still, just seeing her made me feel fuzzy in the head.

"What happened?" she grabbed my arm.

"The ship blew up, but Luke wasn't destroyed," I responded, "Either Kronos found a way out of there in time, or whatever preparation Kronos had Luke done somehow saved him. Either way, they're alive."

Last winter I learned that Luke wasn't really dead when I had a run in with Melinoe: the goddess of ghost, and let me tell you, I never want to deal with that goddess again. Anyway, Melinoe normally take form of the one's death you grieved over most, and if Luke was dead, she would have took his form, which she didn't.

"Percy!" a familiar voice yelled.

I looked to see Beckendorf coming through. "You made it back!"

"Yeah—barely though," I responded.

Suddenly I was nearly tackled by a flying hug from Silena.

"Charlie told me how you bought him time to get off the ship," Silena said cheerfully.

I couldn't help but blush with embarrassment. It wasn't everyday a child of Aphrodite, or anyone in that matter gives me a thank you hug.

Chiron cleared his throat. "Maybe we should carry this on in the Big House. I'm sure Percy has much to tell us."

Everyone headed back to their cabins, but not before welcoming me back.

"Glad to see you in one piece, Percy," Beckendorf said. "Mrs. O'Leary is in the arena in good shape, but I don't think she would let anyone train there until you let her know you're back."

I groaned. The last time Mrs. O'Leary was like this was when she belonged to Daedalus and he left her in camp while he returned to the Labyrinth. Needless to say no one got any sword training done until after I returned from Calypso's Island.

I didn't have to ask about Blackjack since he most likely knows that I'm alive and probably pouting that he can't use Cabin Three as his stable.

"Thanks Beckendorf," I responded. "I'll visit her after the meeting."

Beckendorf and Silena left leaving only Annabeth Chiron and myself.

Annabeth wiped a tear from her cheek. "I'm glad you're not dead, Seaweed Brain."

"Thanks," I said. "Me too."

Chiron put a hand on my shoulder. "You did well, Percy. You and Beckendorf both. Now, Beckendorf told us what happened, but I want to hear it from you."

I nodded and told them the story, including about the dream vision of Hyperion and Krios. I left out the detail about Nico since I swore on the Styx that I won't tell anyone about his plan until I decide.

Chiron gazed down at the valley. "We must call a war council immediately, to discuss this spy and/or possibly double agent.

I know why Chiron said that. It could be that the spy Kronos mention was the double agent. It wouldn't be the first time a demigod who changed sides renounce the Olympians as their family. Chris Rodriguez, now claimed son of Hermes was proof of that. After losing his sanity to Minos in the Labyrinth and possibly had an encounter with Antaeus, Chris realized that Kronos really could care less about him and decided that he was better off here. Although I think the main reason was because he started dating the daughter of Ares and Counsellor of Cabin Five Clarisse La Rue who tried everything in her power to save his life and I doubt he was planning to break her heart to rejoin the Titan Lord.

"Chiron, there was another threat shown in my vision," I said. "A challenge for the Olympians."

Chiron and Annabeth exchange looks, like they knew something I hadn't. I hated when they do that.

"We will discuss that also," Chiron promised.

"One more thing." I took a deep breath. "When I talked with my father, he said to tell you it's time for me to read the entire prophecy."

Chiron's shoulders sagged, but he didn't looked surprise. "I've dreaded this day. Very well. Annabeth, we will show Percy the truth—all of it. Let's go to the attic."

…

I been to the Big House attic three times before, which was three times more than I wanted to.

When I was seven, I had a dream vision of May Castellan—Luke's Mother—coming up here for something that involved with the oracle that turned her into an insane woman who cooks burnt cookies, and for five years I been scared go into the attic until I was given my first quest. To be honest, I still worried that one day I would go up there sane, and come down with most of my sanity gone. Although, after my battle with Phobos, I know it's not my greatest fear, I still wish I don't have to go up there.

A ladder led up from the top of the staircase.

"You know where it is," Chiron told Annabeth. Bring it down, please."

I'm not surprise. When we were little Annabeth was tempted to go in the attic to get a quest. She couldn't convince me to come, but when she came down she looked at me like I was a dead man for a while.

Annabeth nodded. "Come on, Percy."

The sun was setting outside, so the attic was even darker and creepier than usual. Old trophies were stacked everywhere—dented shields, pickled heads in jars from various monsters, a pair of fuzzy dice on bronze plaque that read: STOLEN FROM A CHRYSAOR HONDA CIVIC BY GUS, SON OF HERMES 1988.

My least favorite though was on a display case on the table, a severed Minotaur arm. I didn't need to read it as I know when it happened and who, as I severed it from the Minotaur four years ago.

I picked up a curve bronze sword so badly bent it looked like the letter M. I could still see green stains on the metal from the magical poison that used to cover it. The tag was dated last summer. It read: Scimitar of Kampê, destroyed in the Battle of Labyrinth.

"You remember Briares throwing those boulders?" I asked.

Annabeth gave me a grudging smile. "And Grover causing a Panic? And you being the first son of Poseidon to ride a Hellhound into battle?"

I laughed. "Honestly, before last summer if you had asked me to do that, I would of said, 'No way, get someone else'."

We locked eyes. I thought of a different time last summer, under Mount St. Helens, when Annabeth thought I was going to die, and she kissed me.

She cleared her throat and looked away. "Prophecy."

"Right," I put down the scimitar. "Prophecy."

We walked over to the window. On a three-legged stool sat the Oracle—a shriveled female mummy and in a tie-dye dress. Tufts of black hair clung on her skull. Glassy eye stared out of her leathery face. Just looking at her made my skin crawl.

If you wanted to leave camp during the summer, it used to be you had to come up here to get a quest. This summer, that rule had been tossed. Campers left all the time on combat missions. We had no choice if we wanted to stop Kronos.

Still, I remember too well the strange green mist—the spirit of the Oracle—that lived inside the mummy. She looked lifeless now, but whenever she spoke a prophecy, she moved. Sometimes fog gushed out of her mouth and created strange shapes. Once, she'd even left the attic and taken a little zombie stroll into the woods to deliver a message.

She wasn't always a mummy, I knew that much. I learned while in camp that for thousands of years the spirit of the Oracle lived inside a beautiful maiden. The spirit would pass on from generation to generations. But this mummy was the last one for fifty years. No one would speak why, but after I learned of the mummy, I figured whatever the reason was, it might have been the cost Luke's mom's sanity.

Annabeth approached the mummified Oracle and held out her palm. "O Oracle, the time is at hand. I ask for the Great Prophecy."

I expected a foggy mist and an image of Zeus Hades and my dad (since they're the big three and the prophecy was unclear which of their kids was the destined demigod until now. Instead, Annabeth approached and unclasped one of its necklaces. I'd never paid attention to the necklaces before, but when Annabeth turned toward me, she was holding a leather pouch—like a Native American medicine pouch on a cord braided with feathers. She opened the bag and took out a roll of parchment no bigger than her pinky.

"That's it?" I asked.

"What did you expect?" Annabeth asked

"Maybe the spirit of the oracle and images the oracle shows whenever we ask for a prophecy," I responded. "Maybe images of the Big Three considering for fifty years' no one knew whose half-blood child it was referring too."

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Believe me Percy, this is just as effective as the Spirit showing you images."

"Great," I said.

"Let's head downstairs for the war council meeting," Annabeth said, "I'm sure they want to hear this."

"Yeah," I said.

…

The senior counselors had gathered around the Ping-Pong Table. Don't ask me why, but the rec room had become the camp's informal headquarters for war councils. For three years Annabeth and I were the youngest senior counsellors, Annabeth starting at twelve since she been in camp longer than most counsellors, and me, who technically was one since I was seven since I was the only known half-blood child of Poseidon.

Anyways, when Annabeth, Chiron and I came in, there seemed to be a shouting match.

Clarisse was in full battle gear. Her electric spear strapped to her back with a boar-shaped helmet under one arm and a knife at her belt.

She was in the midst of yelling at Michael Yew, the new head counselor for Apollo since his predecessor Lee Fletcher died in the Battle of the Labyrinth, which looked kind of funny since Clarisse was a foot taller. Michael stood four-foot-six with another two feet of attitude. He reminded me of a ferret, with a pointy nose and scrunch-up features—either because he scowled so much or because he spent too much time looking down the shaft of an arrow.

"It's our loot!" he yelled, standing on his tiptoes so he could get in Clarisse's face. "If you don't like it, you can kiss my quiver!"

Around the table, people were trying not to laugh—the Stoll brothers, Pollux and Castor of Dionysus Cabin (Being twins and only known children of Dionysus, they were both made senior counsellors), Katie Gardner from Demeter. Even Beckendorf and Silena were there, although at the moment, Silena was trying to calm Clarisse down.

Since last summer Clarisse and Silena became close friends. They won't say so, but I think it's because Silena been giving Clarisse love advice. Silena became the second person to know about Clarisse's relationship with Chris Rodriguez (after yours truly), and instead of spreading gossips about it like some of her Siblings would do, Silena actually been helping Clarisse be a good girlfriend toward Chris. Although now everyone in camp knows about Clarisse's and Chris' relationship (It happened during the school year from what I been told), Clarisse still take up Silena's advice.

Right now it seemed that Silena was trying to keep Clarisse from killing Michael over an argument that started in June and got out of control. Ares and Apollo Cabin been arguing over a flying chariot they got from a mission with the Titan Army. The only thing was, although Apollo Cabin was the ones that stole it, Ares Cabin led the quest. So it seemed fair to me that both cabins have access of it. But no! Both cabins took pride in the chariot and neither wants to share it.

Chiron had tried to be neutral with the matter but he felt that Apollo cabin earned the chariot fairly. But that wasn't enough for Clarisse and her siblings so they tried everything in their power to get back the chariot and every attempt made things worse.

"ENOUGH!" I yelled, "We're supposed to be on the same side! Start acting like it."

Of course Clarisse responded with a glowering look. "Tell Michael not to be a selfish jerk."

"Oh, that's perfect, coming from you," Michael said.

I pinched my forehead as everyone else with an exception of Silena tried to stay out of this. Times like this I wish Lee Fletcher was still alive. If Lee was still alive, this issue would have resolved this issue already with finding an equal grounds where Apollo and Ares cabin can meet. Michael on other hand is more prideful than his brother, and even manage to get all of his siblings on his side.

Clarisse turned to Chiron. "You're in charge, right? Does my cabin get what we want or not?"

Chiron shuffled his hooves. "My dear, as I've already explained, Michael is correct. Apollo has the best claim. Besides, we have more important matters—"

"Sure," Clarisse snapped. "Always more important matters than what Ares needs. We're just supposed to show up and fight when you need us, and not complained."

"That would be nice," Connor Stoll muttered.

"Clarisse, no one says your cabin needs aren't important, and Michael, it wouldn't hurt Apollo cabin's pride if you share your spoil," I said as I turned to Chiron, "Sorry, Chiron, but I had to speak up. As true as you are, your approach isn't helping."

"Fat chance," Michael said.

Clarisse gripped knife. "Fine! But until Apollo cabin agrees to share the chariot with Ares Cabin, you can fight this war without Ares."

"Wait, Clarisse," I responded.

But it was too late as Clarisse stormed out.

"Good riddance," Michael said.

"Are you kidding?" Katie Gardner protested. "This is a disaster."

"She can't be serious," Travis said. "Can she?"

"I think she is," I said glaring at Michael.

"I'll talk to Clarisse later," Silena said. "Maybe I can calm her down."

Beckendorf held Silena's hand encouragingly.

"Now," Chiron said, "if you please, counselors. Percy has brought something I think you should hear. Percy—the Great Prophecy."

Annabeth handed me the parchment. It felt dry and old. I untied the string and uncurled the paper, trying not to rip it. Much to my annoyance, it was written in English with no ancient Greek translation. So I decipher as much as I could and read:

A half-blood of the eldest gods
Shall reach sixteen against all odds…"

A cold feeling started in my fingers as if the paper was freezing.

"And see the world in endless sleep,
The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap."

Suddenly Riptide seemed heavier in my pocket. I remember the history of my sword, how Zoë Nightshade gave it to Hercules before he broke her heart. Then after the twelve task and fighting the giants, Hercules was killed by his second wife while he was still the owner of it. Then it somehow ended up in Halcyon's house where it was held in a safe that was doubled protected in booby traps while at the same time Hal was cursed for helping someone defy the fates. Now even Halcyon was dead.

"Percy," Chiron urged. "Read the rest."

My mouth felt like it was full of sand, but I spoke the last two lines.

"Single choice shall end his days.
Olympus to preserve or raze."

The room was silent. Finally Connor Stoll said, "Raise is good, isn't it?"

"Not raise, Connor. Raze," I corrected him

"Which mean destroy," Annabeth said, "Obliterate. Annihilate. Turn into rubble.

Chiron closed his eyes as if he were saying a prayer. In his horse form, his head almost brushed the lights in the rec room. "You see now, Percy, why we thought it best not to tell you the whole prophecy. You've had enough on your shoulders—"

"Without realizing that my destiny would include me dying in the very end," I said. "Even if I die or not, I'll save Olympus."

"Maybe you don't have to die," Castor said. "The hero's soul, cursed shall reap. Maybe we could find this cursed blade and destroy it."

"It could be Kronos' scythe," Beckendorf said.

You would be one of the seven greatest heroes of your generation, if not of all time, Halcyon's prediction replayed in my head. It may of been written down but his words changed me.

"Perhaps we should let Percy think about these lines," Chiron said. "He needs time—"

"No," I said as I carefully rolled up the parchment and placed it in my pocket. "If this is part of my destiny, then I'll face it when it comes. Even if it means me dying a hero's death."

Annabeth's hands were shaking a little. She wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Let's move on," I said, "We've got other problems. We've got a spy and/or a secret double agent."

Michael Yew scowled. "A spy?"

I told them what happened on the Princess Andromeda, with Beckendorf's help—how Kronos had known we were coming, how he'd show me the silver scythe pendant he'd used to communicate with someone at camp. Most importantly how Mrs. O'Leary came to our rescue without me using the whistle.

"My dad, Poseidon, told me it was no coincidence that Mrs. O'Leary came to our rescue the way she did," I said. "It's possible Kronos' spy might have had a change of heart and decided to defy him without him knowing."

"That or there are more than one," Beckendorf grunted.

"Either way, Beckendorf and I owe our lives to whoever send Mrs. O'Leary us," I responded.

"Well," Connor Stoll said uncomfortably, "It might be whoever been leaking information to Luke all these years. Maybe someone who knew Luke well."

Connor glanced at Annabeth when he said that but I glared at him.

"May I remind you Connor, that if that's the case, it would make me as much of a subject since I knew Luke since I was seven," I said.

Connor look away innocently when I said that.

"Anyways…" I said, "Even if we had spies amongst us. At least we know one of them has double cross Kronos as well. Whatever the reason is, since they saved Beckendorf and me, I think we should give them the benefit without a doubt just as we have with Chris Rodriguez."

"Same here," Silena said as Beckendorf grunted.

"We must not forget that blowing up the Princess Andromeda has not stop Kronos," Chiron reminded us. "His next assault is already on the way."

"You mean that storm like thing from my dream vision?" I asked.

Chiron and Annabeth looked at each other like, It's time.

"Percy," Chiron said, "we didn't want to tell you until you returned to camp. You need a break with your… mortal friends."

Annabeth blushed. I guess she found out about my hanging out with Rachel and I looked at Beckendorf who had a look that said, "Don't look at me."

I decided to figure out how Annabeth found out later, not from Annabeth though. My main concern was why Chiron brought it up.

"Okay, what's really going on?" I asked. "Before the mission to destroy the Princess Andromeda, you send me home to spend time with my mom and relax before my sixteenth birthday. Now, after finding out I won't live to see my seventeenth birthday, you're sending me off again. Something is going on, and I want to know what."

Everyone flinched when I said what, but I can tell they know I'm right. It was rare for a demigod to go home during the summer unless it was necessary, but it usually happens once. But I been send back twice, and that's unheard of.

Chiron picked up a bronze goblet from the snack table. He tossed water onto the hot plate where we usually melted nacho cheese. Steam billowed up, making a rainbow in the fluorescent lights. Chiron fished a golden drachma out of his pouch, tossed it through the mist, and muttered, "O Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, show us the threat."

The mist shimmered. I saw the familiar image of a smoldering volcano—Mount St. Helens. I watched, the side of the mountain exploded. Fire, ash, and lava rolled out. A newscaster's voice was saying "—even larger than last year's eruption, and geologists warn that the mountain may not be done."

I knew all about last year's eruption. I'd caused it. But this explosion was much worse. The mountain tore itself apart, collapsing inward, and an enormous form rose out of the smoke and lava like it was emerging from a manhole. Good thing for the Mist clouding up most mortal eyes from this, because what I saw would've caused panic and riots across the entire United States.

The giant bigger than anything I'd ever encountered. Even my demigod eyes couldn't make out its exact form though the ash and fire, but it was vaguely humanoid and so huge it could've used the Chrysler building as a baseball bat. The mountain shook with a horrible rumbling, as if the monster were laughing.

"Typhon," I responded.

Chiron nodded. "The most horrible monster of all, the biggest single threat the gods ever faced. He been stirring the past week, which is why I send you off, but now he has been freed from under the mountain at last. But this scene is from two days ago. Here is what is happening today."

Chiron waved his hand and the image changed. I saw a bank of storm clouds rolling across the Midwest plains. Lightning flickered. Lines of tornadoes destroyed everything in their path—ripping up houses and trailers, tossing cars around like Matchbox toys.

"Monumental floods," an announcer was saying. "Five states declared disaster areas as the freak storm system sweeps east, continuing its path of destruction." The cameras zoomed in on a column of storm bearing down on some Midwest city. At first I couldn't tell which one. Inside the storm I could see the giant—just small glimpses of his true form: a smoky arm, a dark clawed hand the size of a city block. His angry roar rolled across the plains like a nuclear blast. Other smaller forms darted through the clouds, circling the monster. I saw flashes of light, and I realized the giant was trying to swat them. I squinted and thought I saw a golden chariot flying into the blackness. Then a huge owl dove in to attack the giant.

"Those are the Olympians," I said.

"Yes, Percy," Chiron said. They have been fighting hi for days now, trying to slow him down. But Typhon is marching forward—toward New York. Toward Olympus."

I let that sink in. "How long until he gets here?"

"Unless the gods can stop him? Perhaps five days. Most of the Olympians are there… except your father who has a war of his own to fight, and Demeter."

I frowned when I heard the name of the Goddess of Agriculture. "What happened to Demeter?"

"Unknown," Chiron said. "She been gone before Typhon broke free."

I couldn't help but look at Katie when I heard that. Katie looked down so no one saw her worried look. We noticed it, but didn't say anything.

It must have been hard on Katie and the rest of Demeter Cabin. Out of all the Olympians, Demeter always claimed her kids. It didn't matter if they were special cases or if they weren't the most aggressive, Demeter had always cared about her kids enough to claim them.

Now that I think about there hasn't been any children of Demeter that joined Kronos. It would be hard for them to denounce a mother who claimed them.

"So Dad is too busy fighting Oceanus, whose guarding Olympus?" I asked.

Connor Stoll shook his head. "If Typhon gets to New York, it won't matter—"

"Whose guarding Olympus," I asked again, interrupting Connor.

"At this point, I would hope it be Hestia," Chiron said.

I blinked. "The eldest daughter of Kronos and Rhea, Hestia?"

Chiron nodded, "And goddess of the Hearth and Homes who gave up her throne so Dionysus could become an Olympian and keep peace in her family. which is why I would think she would stay behind. If any gods and goddesses that are still loyal to the Olympians that will stay at Mount Olympus to defend it from Kronos, she would be one of them. However, even Hestia herself can only defend Olympus so much."

Either way, I found myself with new found respect for the former Olympian goddess, not that I didn't have any for her in the beginning. I read about Hestia and the sacrifices she made to keep peace on Olympus, which is more than I could say about Hera: who threw her own son Hephaestus off Mount Olympus all because he didn't fit in her idea of an ideal family.

I remember the conversation between Hyperion and Krios. I didn't want to destroy everyone hopes after Beckendorf and I gave us a significant win."

"I don't like this, Kronos might have a back up plan," I said. "I think we should Iris Message Thalia Bianca and the rest of the hunters and ask them come to New York keep an eye on things in the areas around Manhattan, especially in Brooklyn and Queens area. Same goes with the Satyrs and Nature spirits that resides in the parks."

"Percy, not all of them—" Annabeth said.

"I know, but if those who refuse to accept want to keep up their hopeless search, they'll need to survive this war first," I responded.

"Percy's right," Chiron said. "Just because we gave the Titan Lord a blow doesn't mean we should let our guard down. But for now I think that's enough for one night."

He waved his hand and the steam dissipated. The stormy battle of Typhon and the gods disappeared and ended the war council.