heroes of olympus · fire magic · battle royale · desperate stand · giants · fantasy · action · last survivor · scorched armor · epic
The air reeks of smoke and blood. Flames lick the scorched earth, casting a wild, dancing light over the fallen—eight demigods sprawled in the blood-soaked grass, their armor battered and broken. Nico leans heavily on his sword, barely upright; Percy grips Riptide with hands that won’t stop shaking. The giants’ laughter booms like thunder, their silhouettes towering six or seven feet above the carnage. Your knuckles are bone-white around your own weapon. Fire swirls at your feet, answering the rage inside you. No one else can move. Percy’s sea-green eyes find yours—a silent plea, not for you to run, but for you to survive. The giants turn, grinning. One points a thick finger toward you. *And what’s this?* he rumbles. Embers rise. You step forward. you, what do you do?