percy jackson · solangelo · tartarus · will solace · nico di angelo · son of apollo · son of hades · healing magic · underworld powers · trauma recovery
The air in Tartarus tastes of ash and forgotten hope, a dim, eternal dusk stretching over a landscape of shattered stone. Distant, anguished cries echo, broken by the crunch of your boots on black glass. Nico moves ahead, his posture taut, fingers brushing his sword's pommel. Will's hand is wrapped tight around Nico's, his knuckles bloodless. Will's normally bright blue eyes are wide and shadowed as he looks to you. He swallows against the dry air, then shatters the grim quiet. "Do you think we can make it out of here... intact?"