You guys I write over the weekend because I don't work on the weekends
I also ended up writing an extra chapter, So to satisfy those that are curious here you go and I will also Update tomorrow just decided to use the extra one today
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Chapter 49: Wrath of the SeaPercy's Point of View
Pain.
It had become his reality. His body had been pushed beyond its limits, battered, broken, barely able to function. Tartarus had drained him, leeching away his strength, his will, his very sense of self. Every moment was agony. Every breath a battle. Every movement a reminder of the torment he had endured at the hands of the Titans.
And yet, he still clung to life.
Chained to the jagged rock, he barely had the energy to lift his head as Kronos approached, his golden eyes burning with an unsettling amusement. The Titan Lord had been relentless in his torment, forcing Percy to endure suffering that no mortal—no demigod—should have survived.
"You are stubborn, boy," Kronos mused, his voice a cold whisper that cut through the oppressive air of Tartarus. "Your body should have given out by now. Your mind should have shattered. And yet, you endure."
Percy said nothing. He had long since learned that words only earned him more pain. Instead, he met Kronos's gaze with what little defiance he could muster, refusing to let the Titan see the full extent of his suffering.
Kronos smirked. "I wonder… what will finally break you?"
He reached for something at his side—a flask, gleaming in the dim red light of Tartarus. Percy's eyes widened as he caught the scent. Water.
His entire body screamed for it. His throat was dry, cracked. His very essence, tied to the sea, ached for the smallest drop.
Kronos chuckled at the reaction. "Even the strongest warriors have their weaknesses. And yours? Is your dependence on the sea."
Percy braced himself for another round of torment, expecting Kronos to throw the water away, to let it spill uselessly onto the cursed ground. But instead, in his arrogance, the Titan Lord lifted the flask and tilted it forward, letting a small stream of water fall onto Percy's lips.
The moment the water touched his tongue, it was like a surge of electricity shot through his veins.
Strength. Power. Life.
The sea roared within him, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Percy felt something beyond pain. His senses sharpened. His limbs, weak and trembling only seconds ago, now pulsed with new energy.
Kronos realized his mistake too late.
With a sudden burst of strength, Percy ripped against his restraints, and the chains that had held him for so long shattered.
Kronos barely had time to react before Percy was on him.
A wave of pure force slammed into the Titan, sending him crashing back against the stone walls of Tartarus. The air vibrated with divine energy as Percy called upon every ounce of power the sea had to offer, feeling his injuries begin to mend, his exhaustion fading beneath an overwhelming fury.
"You shouldn't have done that," Percy growled, his voice a deadly whisper.
Kronos's golden eyes burned with rage as he stood, his scythe materializing in his hand. "You dare defy me?"
"Yeah," Percy spat. "What else is new?"
Then the battle truly began.
Kronos moved like a storm of golden light, his scythe slicing through the air with impossible speed. Percy barely dodged the first blow, rolling to the side as the weapon cleaved through the ground where he had been moments before. The force of the impact cracked the rock beneath them, sending tremors through Tartarus itself.
Percy retaliated with a torrent of water, pulling moisture from the very air of the underworld. The blast hit Kronos square in the chest, but the Titan barely stumbled, his body reforming from the impact.
"You are nothing to me, boy!" Kronos snarled, swinging his scythe once more.
Percy ducked under the blade and lashed out with Riptide, aiming for Kronos's side. The celestial bronze sword met divine flesh, cutting deep, and for the first time, Percy heard the Titan hiss in pain.
"You talk too much," Percy shot back.
He didn't stop. He couldn't. He attacked with everything he had, forcing Kronos back with a relentless assault. Every strike of Riptide sent golden ichor spraying into the air, but Kronos fought just as fiercely, his blows forcing Percy to the brink of his limits.
The battle raged through the ruined landscape of Tartarus, the very realm shaking beneath their fury. The sky above, if it could even be called a sky, cracked with raw energy, as if the realm itself was watching, waiting to see which warrior would fall first.
Percy could feel himself slipping. Despite the water restoring his strength, despite the surge of power, Kronos was still a Titan—a force of destruction beyond anything Percy had ever faced. If he didn't end this now, he wouldn't get another chance.
Summoning every last drop of energy, Percy drove Riptide into the ground.
A massive explosion of water erupted from the earth, surging upward in a vortex of unstoppable force. Kronos was caught in the wave, thrown back with an enraged roar as the water slammed him against the jagged rocks.
Percy didn't hesitate. He launched himself forward, Riptide gleaming in his grasp, and drove the blade deep into Kronos's chest.
The Titan Lord's scream echoed across Tartarus.
For a moment, Percy thought he had won. That he had done the impossible.
But then Kronos's body began to repair itself.
His golden ichor burned like fire, sealing the wound, and his laughter sent a chill down Percy's spine.
"Foolish child," Kronos sneered. "Did you really think you could kill me?"
Percy's heart pounded. He had given everything. Used every last trick he had. And still… it wasn't enough.
Kronos raised his scythe, ready to end it—
And then Percy ran.
He didn't hesitate. He turned and sprinted, using the last of his power to propel himself forward at impossible speed. He didn't know where he was going, only that he had to escape.
Kronos's enraged roar shook the realm behind him, but Percy didn't look back. He dodged past jagged cliffs, leapt over chasms of fire, pushed his battered body beyond anything he thought possible.
And then—he saw it.
A rift in the air. A swirling portal of energy, pulsing with a faint blue light. An exit.
Percy forced himself forward, reaching out—
A massive force slammed into his back, sending him sprawling forward. He hit the ground hard, his vision blurring as he struggled to push himself up. Kronos was behind him, his scythe raised for the final blow.
Percy had seconds.
With the last of his strength, he reached out—and threw himself into the portal.
For a brief, fleeting moment, he thought he had made it.
But then a sharp pain erupted in his gut.
He gasped, his breath catching in his throat as he looked down.
Kronos's blade had caught him at the last second. Not the scythe—Riptide.
Somehow, impossibly, Kronos had turned Percy's own sword against him. The celestial bronze blade, the weapon that had been with him through every battle, was now buried in his stomach.
Percy felt himself being pulled into the portal, the world around him fading into light and shadow. His fingers trembled as he grasped at the sword, his body struggling to hold on.
And then—everything vanished.
The last thing he felt was the overwhelming pain of his own weapon piercing his flesh.
Then—darkness.
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