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he roared, the name bouncing off the spires, but the connection had severed, leaving only a haunting silence. Lysara's constellation eyes darkened, her starlight cloak flickering as she waved a hand, summoning a scrying pool in the citadel's center. The water rippled, revealing fractured images: the lair in ruins, rebels fleeing, and Levi—bloodied but defiant—clashing with the armored figure at the ravine's edge. The leader's black armor gleamed with crescent runes, their helm obscuring their face, but the stance, the silver aura peeking through—it mirrored Elias's.

Garfield clung to Tyr, and a cyclone of vitality energy formed beneath Tyr’s feet, supporting them as they jumped into the streets below. The streets accurately depicted the scene of the Thaeria Dynasty’s city from over 2,000 years ago. The majority of the structures here, including the various residents who appeared on the street, were made of clay. They were all clay sculptures that looked almost identical to the Culling Cavalry that had been unearthed previously. The group ventured into the city to examine the various sculptures in the area. Even a Demigod like Tyr felt creeped out by the sculptures. “This is so creepy.” Garfield continued to look around. He had robbed a lot of tombs in h

Hated how her parents sat at the table with their eyes down, avoiding her gaze, as though if they didn’t speak of Cerebus, maybe he’d vanish from their lives. But Ellie couldn’t let him vanish. She flipped open another book, tracing a trembling finger over a woodcut illustration. The Chimera, fangs bared, claws dripping with ink. The caption beneath: Slain only by the hand of gods and guardians. Her heart raced. She grabbed the printout of a recent archaeological report — a cave unearthed on Crete, just weeks ago. Symbols lined the walls, spirals and runes identical to the ones etched in her mythology texts.

Charilaus Diamandis, as the head of the Apollo Familia, god of archery, healing sun and light, music and prophecy, the red tattoo on an Apollo familia being a Swan . Gerasimus Eliades, as the head of the Ares Familia, god of bloodlust, the red tattoo on an Ares familia being a Snake. Panag Mikos, as the head of the Dionysus familia, god of wine and pleasure, the red tattoo on a Dionysus familia being a Panther . Alcaeus Chloros, as the head of the Hermes familia, god of travellers, robbers flocks and trickery, the red tattoo on a Hermes familia being a Ram.

He was Erebus's oldest warrior, and they knew each other too well to need anymore words. "My Lord!" Astraios crashed into Erebus and stole a kill on the face. "Hey," Erebus hit lightly on Tartarus's shoulder, seeing him while happy to be back, yet was still sullen, "You still have us, brother." Tartarus never laughed too much even when he was with Theia -- he was just the silent type. He really thought -- felt -- that Theia was the sun in his life, and yet it all burst like a pretty bubble.

Each step was covered in intricate carvings of some ancient symbol. On either side of the staircase stood statues of the Four Celestials—the Oracle, the white tiger, the Vermillion Bird, and the White Aegis. Aria lifted the lamp higher, revealing the statues in greater detail. The Oracle's body curved along the wall, its scales layered like gleaming armor. It looked as though it might spring from the wall at any moment. Meanwhile, the white tiger bristled with power. Its muscles were coiled, fangs bared, and front paws poised to strike. Every stripe and ripple of fur was captured in astonishing detail.

I knew that was a silly question because I had seen with my own eyes that it had changed form, but I just didn't expect it. "Titans are magical beasts who can shift into a semi-human form." Elijah suddenly promised me that I felt a little shame—no, a big shame. "Oh, I see," I responded shyly and kept quiet. Step back, I will now summon the relic. Faris said that's why we retreated. He just stood there in the middle of the lava, regardless of the heat. I noticed that he was suddenly surrounded by golden dust, just like the tree in my room. Wyst'ria, the benevolent land of the gods. The fireth within thee, raging and untamed. From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth.

However, she must admit he still had that eagerness to help in any way she wanted after their encounter that faithful day she visited the Stygian. Nevertheless, Aakifahlynn learned that Taisiya does not exist, literally. She was found washed ashore at the age of sixteen with no family. And this Jarrod had confirmed as he lived it. He was there when Jairus brought her home. Taisiya had woven a web of lies throughout her life, leaving a lingering mystery about her true identity. Even Spencer, who had his men gather all the intel, was unsure. But he went on to explain his spy's findings: Taisiya is a powerful sorceress of the sea. They were said to have beautiful shimmering scales in the water,

“Serros died trying to warn you. The war has begun, and you are still bound.” The mental world cracked again. The ocean hissed. Elias dropped to his knees. “Then unbind me,” he whispered. In the physical world, the air rippled outward in waves. Lucian stumbled back as fire spiraled around Elias, twisting into massive glyphs—glyphs not seen in centuries. Kairis recognized them first. “Those are Valarieth’s war sigils,” he breathed. “They’re responding to his call.” The ground around Elias ignited with golden symbols, stretching outward like a summoning circle.

Judging by the confused-but-comprehending faces around me, everyone else does too. God weirdness. Roll with it. “Spirit, it has been long since I’ve heard the old ways,” Briareus replies. “I appreciate it. But I cannot let you pass. None return from Tartarus.” “That’s not true,” Odysseus says. “Two mortals have entered and returned. Dante, the mapmaker. And me.” The Titan shifts, and for a second, a smile flickers across multiple faces. It’s the creepiest shit I’ve ever seen.