Chapter II
He was so focused on searching for a monster, god, or Titan that he didn't notice it until it was too late.
There, deep within the tunnels, lies a rip in space, a tear in reality. It looks as though someone had used a sword to slash at thin air, opening something akin to a portal.
Had he seen it earlier, and had he realized that it was responsible for the oppressive aura, he would have kept his distance. Or at least he would have thought about asking Kym about it.
Hades, he might even have lowered his pride and overlooked his dislike to seek out Athena for knowledge.
All these thoughts went through his mind at a lightning pace as he strained to stop himself from being pulled into what is literally a death sentence.
On the other side of the portal, there is a milky sea stretching as far as his enhanced sight can see.
Even with his divine senses, he cannot sense its boundaries, for it appears to have stretched forever.
Yet, for all its unassuming and calming looks, it is the most dangerous thing in existence, even more terrible than Nyx.
Percy had once been to the edge of Chaos, and he can tell exactly what that entails.
As he was pulled towards the portal and the terrible death on the other side, Percy tried, and failed, to reach out for a handhold; the pull was so strong he could barely react.
'What a joke, Percy Jackson dying to a Sea,' he thought as he plunged into the sea and entered the realm of unconsciousness.
In a land where humans hunt down monsters not for survival, but for wealth and glory. In a world where mortals willingly venture into a monster's domain.
In a world where the Mist is nonexistent. In a world where the divine walk among mortals. In a world where the gods act like over-obsessed children. In a world where the childlike gods treat humans like prized possessions to be paraded.
She was on her way out of the dungeon when she saw something out of the ordinary.
Poking halfway out of the dungeon walls was the most ridiculously dressed man she had ever seen.
He's deep in the dungeons and he clearly has no armor. He's also wearing a strange attire. Most notable, though, is that he's sticking halfway out the walls; it was as if he'd been spawned like the monsters usually are.
The man looked like he had gone through twenty rounds with the floor boss, and lost all twenty.
Against her better judgment, and against her instincts (which were telling her to get as far away from the man as possible), she decided to help him. As a fellow adventurer, even if he didn't look like one, she owed him at least to get him out of the dungeons. And maybe to one of the healer-type familiars.
As soon as she made contact, trying to extract him from the walls, the man kicked out in a frenzied panic. It was only due to her enhanced agility that she managed to evade the kick that came her way.
Deciding that it's not in her best interest to calm him down, she decided to wait patiently until he tires himself out.
Several hours later saw her dragging a (heavier than should be possible) man through the dungeon floors.
She had tried carrying him, but he was heavier than she thought, so she had to drag him.
She was just about to exit the dungeon when it happened...
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To be continued.
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