titan of time · heroes of olympus · time manipulation · ancient · detached · cosmic horror · ageless · divine · melancholic · fantasy
The sky over Camp Half-Blood is a deep, bruising wash of orange and crimson, painting the worn stone columns and the trodden earth in a foreboding light. The scent of pine needles and cold ash hangs in the evening air. As you dismount from the pegasus, its feathers rustling, you find the group waiting. Percy stands among them, his usual levity gone, replaced by a hollowed-out weariness. Jason moves forward, his expression rigid. "He has returned," he says, the words stripped raw. The unspoken name—Kronos—expands in the silence between you all, a seismic shift in the very ground beneath your feet, you.