LoSP Ch.67: Thunder and Storm

I felt my breath leave my lungs as my heart thundered in my chest painfully. 

My mind went numb, and the world bled away into a dull, empty roar as I saw Atlas’ spear clatter upon the dirt that used to be my best friend. 

From beneath the spear, a small sapling crawled out, a small golden light running over its stem as it grew, and I felt my heart lurch at the sight. 

“No,” I whispered, collapsing to my knees, sending the water splashing around me as my throat burned. “Grover. No. No. This can’t be happening.”

The water twisted and wrapped around me like iron chains, dragging me still. I tried to claw forward, to reach what remained of my friend, but they pulled tighter, stopping me.

“But he is, Perseus Jackson,” Eurybia’s whisper grated on my ears. The water around me rose to form her body as she appeared, an icy, jagged trident forming in her hand as the water moved to her command, refusing to acknowledge me. “But worry not. You shall join him soon.”

The words pierced through my shock like one of Artemis’ arrows, and I let out a growl, the shock being swept away under a tide of anger. 

Eurybia was the one who had prevented me from saving Grover. She had prevented me from getting Grover out of the way of the spear in time. I had been in my domain, but she had snatched the advantage away and turned it against me, so I could watch my friend be killed. 

She was a part of the reason why Grover was dead. 

I turned to face her, my fists clenching as I met her delighted, glowing blue eyes. The water trembled over my skin like leaves in a storm, as I felt my anger rise.

Eurybia’s smile thinned, and she forced the tremors still, her eyes narrowing to slits. “You’re but a mortal child. You cannot compete with me. I’m the daughter of Pontus! I was born of Gaea—”

With a roar, I pushed myself forward, pouring all my will into the water, as I saw red. 

The watery chains burst into a storm of spray and steam, and in a flash, my sword shattered through her trident, drawing a line of ichor against her abdomen. 

Ichor mingled into the waves, dripping into the gold-tinged waters as she scooched back with a screaming snarl, her eyes glowing a dangerous blue. Before I could cleave her head off, she thrust her hand out, and a wave of power burst from her, and the lake obeyed, pulling me into its depths, its cold weight pressing me down, dragging me away from Eurybia.

But I kicked back, fighting the flow. Frustration and grief bubbled in my blood, and the water around me heated as my sword came alight with Greek fire. I called to the sea and poured my anger and grief into the currents. 

Power burned in my veins as the sea responded, fighting back against the weight of the water that tried to crush me.

I was the sea. I was its fury, and I was its storm.

And I would avenge my own.

Around me, the lake shuddered as its water boiled and twisted, torn between Eurybia and me.

“Try all you want, Perseus Jackson,” Eurybia’s whisper carried in the tearing current. “You’ll be slaughtered like that little Satyr.” Her words stung in my ears. “Like all your other friends soon will.”

Fury burned in my chest, tearing through me like a storm, and I channeled it all into the sea within me, a snarl rumbling in my throat. 

The water roared with me as a column of fire burst around my blade. In the next moment, I carved through the lake, splitting the waters apart and forcing myself upward like a hurricane rising from the abyss.

Above me, the world flashed white; the boom of lightning deafening even beneath the waves before I emerged. The winds and water swirled around me, bending to my fury. The currents whipped in cyclones around me, every droplet of water answering my will. 

Another bolt of lightning cracked across the dark sky, illuminating Eurybia’s terrified face as the storm pressed her down, her glowing eyes wide with disbelief.

Rage welled in me like a tsunami, and I thrust my hand out, and the water seized her, slamming her into the lake and tearing her trident out of her grasp.

Her shrill scream echoed through the storm as the water rebelled against her. Waves surged in jagged spirals, smashing into her and drawing ichor that mixed with the waves. 

I surged forward, riding on the storm, the water beneath my feet steaming as I shot across the surface of the lake, my fist meeting Eurybia’s face with the force of a thunderclap, shattering her nose, sending her bouncing across the lake.

My fist clenched, and I willed the waters to pull her back to me, and the water wrapped around her torso the same way it had done around me. 

She gasped, struggling in the wind as the wave carried her to my feet. “Mercy. Please. Mercy. I didn’t kill anyone!”

“You’re the reason I couldn’t save my friend. My brother.” I felt a cold satisfaction burn in my veins as she trembled. “In my book, that’s one and the same.”

I thrust my sword through her heart, and ichor spurted across my face as she gurgled, dissolving into golden dust that scattered into the golden waters. 

The storm howled in my ears as power thrummed up the length of Thyella Kavalris, seeping strength back into my bones and drowning the fatigue away, filling me like a warm embrace. The water around me settled, moving fluidly as it had before, bending easily to my command as I walked up to the shore. 

My feet staggered as I saw the sapling and the reed pipes on the ground by the waves of the lake.

Grover was still dead. He was gone. Forever.

I knelt by the shore, picking up his reed pipes, clutching them to my chest, my heartbeat drumming against the wood as I felt my chest lurch with anguish. 

The soft sound of slow claps filled the clearing, echoing through the howl of the raging storm above. Atlas towered above me, drops of ichor still dripping from the wounds and burns across his bare, humongous body as he leaned on his spear.

‘Alexander?’ I rose to my feet, blood pumping in my ears. ‘Take Grover and his things to safety. I’m going to kill Atlas.’

The reed pipes and the sapling dissolved into golden light as I summoned my sword from the ground, my fingers wrapping around its hilt in a vice-like grip.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t impress me further, Jackson, you did,” Atlas rumbled, bowing his head. “Killing a fully-present primordial, however young, in their own domain hasn’t been done by the gods. Even Kronos brought his father to Earth to slaughter. But you—” A laugh bubbled in his throat. “You turned her own domain against her. You could’ve called the fire, but you called the sea. You crushed her where she was uncrushable.”

“And I’m going to do the same to you,” I whispered, the tide rising in the lake behind me, churning like an inferno.. “I’m going to make you scream for mercy, Atlas. And when you do, I’m going to drive your own spear through your heart, and kill you just like you killed my brother.”

Thunder crashed across the sky, and the winds picked back up.

But Atlas seemed unfazed as he smiled and let go of his spear that clattered to the ground with a ringing ding that echoed in my ears over the storm. 

“I won’t win.” Atlas spread his arms, raising them slightly. “Not against you and certainly not today. But that can’t happen, for once you kill me, my burden would crush the world. Astraeus can’t bear it for long, so I must reclaim it.” Atlas let out a long breath. “Lower your shield around this place and let me return. I shall lay my spear down for this war and reclaim my burden, Perseus Jackson. And to this, I swear upon—”

“No,” I said, the fury of the sea churning within me, the word thrumming through the ruins of the clearing with the crack of thunder. “No. There’s no mercy for you today. You won’t escape. Not after what you did.”

#Percy…# Alexander began, but I shut him out, blood pounding in my ears.

Atlas’ smile faltered, his massive hands lowering slightly. “Don’t be a fool, Perseus Jackson. Accept a warrior’s surrender, for this is not a question of mercy. If I fall, none can bear the weight of the sky. The mortal world will be crushed all for petty revenge. A General must put the mission first. So must a warrior.”

“You’re not running.” I spat, a hurricane of grief and rage swelling in my gut. 

Atlas’ face turned to stone, and he slowly stepped toward his spear, taking a short breath. “Perseus Jackson,” he growled. “Accept this, or you shall forever regret it. You’ve no true choice here. Let me reclaim my burden, or it’ll be catastrophic.”

“I don’t care. You killed Grover.” 

With that, I lunged.

The tide followed, a hurricane of water and fire crashing with me as I closed the distance, every ounce of grief and fury exploding forward in one strike.

My fist met his face with the sound of a thunderclap, sending him flying across the clearing. 

Without thinking, I followed, glancing at Annabeth on the way, who stood close to Nico and Bianca, the former unconscious and lying next to the spot where Grover had planted the device. On the other side, Thalia and Clarisse hacked away at the barely breathing Draco, who had fallen to the ground in a massive heap of dark mass that was curled in a crater, half a forest crushed under him.

Which left me free to avenge Grover.

Atlas bounced through a swathe of trees that were tossed into the storm, disappearing in the winds while the tide rose after him, seizing him with a thought and repeatedly slamming him into the ground, shards of jagged ice digging into his wounds. I closed the distance between us, Greek flames welling on the edge of my sword as I raised a call to the storm above.

In the next second, a massive bolt of lightning descended, striking the edge of my blade, which I thrust forward, releasing it with a burst of Greek fire.

The world went white as the column of lightning wreathed fire hit a struggling Atlas dead center, electrocuting and burning him. The clearing shook with the impact, trees splitting and shattering under the force as Atlas went carving through the ground for several yards, leaving a smoking trail in his wake.

I strode forward as fury burned in my veins, the Thyella Kavalris thrumming between my fingers as I walked down the distance between us, the storm above me growing.

Smoke and fire curled upward from the crater where Atlas lay, charred lines of ichor running down his torso. His face was half-burned, one eye swollen shut.

But the sight did nothing to abate my anger. This was the man who had killed Grover. It was his spear that had taken his life, despite Eurybia enabling it. He had killed my best friend in cold blood.

Lightning flashed in the sky above, and Atlas raised his ichor-covered face to look at me as I approached before painstakingly getting to his knees and then his feet. His spear appeared back in his hand in a flash of gold, and he glared at me.

“Son of Poseidon,” he croaked, wiping the ichor off his face with a little wince. “See reason. Let me go and reclaim the sky. Don’t make me fight you. Because I may have accepted defeat, but I will only die a warrior’s death.”

“You’ll die regardless of whatever you choose.” I poured power down the length of my sword, glaring at the General of Titan forces. “And I do not plan on making it kind.”

And in the next moment, another burst of Greek fire lit the crater.

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THIRD POV

Winds billowed across Olympus, thunder rumbling across the skies as dark clouds loomed across New York below. Hermes rushed across a broad patio, the wind tearing at his chiton as he banged on the set of golden doors before pushing them open.

Inside, in the lavishly decorated hall, Zeus sat on a throne-like seat, his master bolt clutched in his hand, lightning flitting across his fingers and beard, his eyes afar, not even acknowledging his presence. Hermes felt an uneasy knot twist in his gut before he glanced at the other man in the room.

Apollo sat in a smaller chair across from Zeus, his eyes glowing like a pair of miniature suns, his knuckles white as he gripped the armrest tightly.

“Lord Zeus,” Hermes breathed, and Zeus turned his gaze to him, which flashed a deadly electric blue. “The mortal world is being shaken with earthquakes and storms that are covering practically a third of the United States. There’ll be catastrophes if we don’t do something.” He forced his voice to continue. “I’ve already heard of massive explosions in Pittsburgh that lit up the city. Some of the mortals are worrying that a war has begun, and no one knows who it is.” He gulped before choosing his next words. “If it is you or Lord Poseidon, please, I beg of you to stop, father.”

Zeus remained silent for a moment, the only sound in the room being of Hermes’ ragged breathing and the faint crack of electricity in Zeus’ hand.

“If I stop, the storm will tear through the mortal world, Hermes.” Zeus' eyes flashed again, and a massive bolt of lightning flitted across the Masterbolt. “I’m containing the storm.”

Hermes opened his mouth, a million questions racing in his mind before reconsidering as he gulped down some of them. “Can’t you stop it in its entirety, Father?”

“I would’ve if I could,” Zeus answered, sending chills down Hermes’ spine. 

The only one he knew who was capable of producing a storm of that size was Poseidon, who was busy fighting his war under the seas. Another could’ve done it too— his uncle, Alexander, but he was long dead, lost to time thanks to the fates.

So that begged the question as to who it was. Who was powerful enough to cause a storm that even Zeus, Lord of the skies, couldn’t stop?

Then it fell into place. The blasts that lit up Pittsburgh seemed to be the epicenter of the quakes and the eye of the storm. It was where the quest of the Demigods had gone.

Hermes felt his breath leave his lungs. “Jackson?”

“He and my daughter,” Zeus replied briskly before he closed his eyes, murmuring something inaudible beneath his breath, his eyes widening.

“Atlas has been relieved of his burden and has set a trap for the demigods,” Apollo spoke suddenly, drawing Hermes’ attention. “And that’s not all. He had brought another Titan, whom Athena’s daughter just killed. But that wasn’t enough. He just revealed a Primordial under his sleeve. And wherever they are, we cannot go. Not yet. Nor can we see directly. Not even I can.”

Hermes’s forehead creased. “Then how do you know all this?”

“The demigods built a device to replicate an anti-teleportation field. Father asked Athena to subtly add a small thing to it— something which is essentially allowing us a backdoor to see into the field, so to speak.”

“Why?”

“Because Percy’s already pissed at this quest and Father doesn’t wish to be accused of not helping after he promised to,” Apollo replied, his gaze darting toward Zeus, who didn’t even react. “And we want Percy to forever be on our side. Which means helping him the best we can.”

“Are we?” Hermes asked.

“Yeah,” Apollo said, his eyes flashing again, causing him to grimace. “Thalia and Ares’ girl are facing Draco— yes, that Draco, the father of Dragons, who’s now almost dead. Heck of a fight that Ares’ girl has.” Apollo muttered. “But Father helped them before things went south. So did Ares.”

Hermes raised an eyebrow. “What happened?”

“Well, they were facing Asteria and Atlas, who had been hiding as Astraeus as a part of the trap, and then, Asteria summoned Draco from the stars where my sister put him.” Apollo grimaced, his eyes widening as if he saw something Hermes couldn’t see. Which was probably true. “That was bad enough, but the demigods were still winning. Then, when Jackson nearly killed Atlas, he summoned Eurybia to run interference.”

Hermes frowned. “She’s still around?”

“Apparently. Anyhow, while Eurybia held Jackson, Atlas killed Grover.”

“The Satyr?” Hermes winced, remembering the satyr who had led his son and his friends to the camp the first time around. “He’s dead?”

“Yes. Jackson went mad, really mad, and just slaughtered Eurybia by snatching the control of the water from her control, somehow. I’m not sure how he did it, but when word gets around, people are going to run scared of the boy.”

Hermes felt an uneasy feeling churn in him. ‘And he’s up against Luke, hell bent on slaughtering him. How do you stop such a man?’

“They weren’t already scared?” Hermes let out a snort, and Apollo gave him a small, worried smile. “So what’s the problem? I mean, sure, Jackson’s causing a storm, but… why aren’t we squashing it?”

Apollo sighed. “We cannot completely squash a hero’s power, especially when he’s on a quest. The fates forbid it. And that is before you consider the magnitude of the power he’s giving out because he’s pissed.” Apollo’s face turned worried. “If Father stops containing it, at minimum, he would wipe Pennsylvania off the map. But that’s not even the main problem. Percy’s just turned to Atlas, and Atlas tried to surrender, but Percy refused.”

“Atlas surrendered? Really?” Hermes asked in surprise before frowning. “But I do not see what the problem is. If the General of Titan goes down, that’s one enemy off the list. A big one. Whether it is by surrendering or dying, who cares?”

“It’s not that simple,” Apollo said. “If Atlas dies, no one can take the sky because whoever is beneath it right now will get crushed sooner or later.”

“Ah,” Hermes drawled. “But why are you here?”

“The trap for the quest wasn’t the only thing they set,” Apollo replied, and Hermes felt trepidation bubble in his stomach. “Artemis’ hunt is also under attack. She’s fighting as we speak. They likely arranged it to prevent her from helping the questers.”

Hermes gave him a small nod. “Makes sense. She has the most leeway with the laws, and Thalia is on the quest.” Apollo remained strangely silent, gazing at his lap before he winced. “Hey, she’ll be okay. Artemis can handle herself. So can her girls.”

“Of course,” Apollo whispered as thunder rumbled in the distance. “All we can do is wait to interfere.”

Hermes turned to him sharply. “Interfere? We can’t interfere, Apollo!”

“We can with permission,” Apollo said in a grave voice, glancing at their father. “We can’t let Percy kill Atlas, and he’s hell bent on doing it right now. In my experience, when Percy’s hell bent on something, there has been none who can stop him. Not even a primordial in their own domain, as of today.”

“Wait, this is not about Artemis?” Hermes blinked, his eyebrows rising. “I thought you were worried for her.”

“I am. But that is not our concern right now.” Apollo grimaced, his eyes flashing again. “Percy’s beating the shit out of Atlas, and he’ll kill him any moment now. The only reason he hasn't already is because he wants Atlas to suffer.”

Hermes smothered a grimace, feeling the ichor drain slightly out of his face. The general of Titans had not only surrendered and run scared, but also lost. And he had not only lost, but he was getting humiliated and beaten to a pulp by a fifteen-year-old mortal wasn’t something he had ever expected to hear in his life.

Then again, Jackson had never bothered with what was expected of demigods. Or what was even possible, apparently. 

Suddenly, Zeus rose to his feet, his armor appearing on his body as the master bolt cracked with lightning. “Hermes, fetch Ares. We have to go and stop the son of Poseidon, and he’s the only one who can physically restrain him.” His gaze slid out of focus for a flash before he sucked in a sharp breath. “And hurry. If we fail, he’ll set off a disaster that’ll threaten us all. Go!”

And Hermes vanished in a blur, racing across Olympus as fast as his legs would carry him.

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PERCY POV

Rain sleeted down the clearing, rivulets of ichor-mixed water running down Atlas’ wounded body as he leaned against his spear, heaving amongst the smoking ruins of the forest, shards of wood sticking out of his wounds. His hand trembled as he raised his spear to meet my sword, and the ground shook, forcing him to his knees.

Without waiting, I delivered an uppercut to his chin, channeling every bit of the sea’s fury in it, sending the General of the Titans reeling. 

Atlas spat out a mouthful of ichor, pushing me back and rising to his feet, swaying slightly as he glared at me from his swollen eyes.

Despite all the wounds and blows I had delivered, Atlas was still proving to be the toughest opponent I had faced. I had delivered a dozen blows that would’ve done a lesser god in, but Atlas was standing back up every single time.

This was Grover’s killer, and I still hadn’t made him scream. I still hadn’t killed him to avenge my best friend, my brother in all but blood.

Atlas lunged feebly, and I moved, my fingers wrapping around the shaft of his spear. I raised my leg and rammed it into his abdomen, wrenching the spear out of his hands while Atlas went rolling and splashing across the mud. I scowled and stepped closer, my sword in one hand and Atlas’ spear in another.

He got back to his feet with a groan, clenching his fingers into fists and raising them, still willing to fight.

I snarled, slamming my sword against his spear, sending a shockwave that smashed the Titan across the forest, sending him airborne, for several meters. I darted after him, striding as I saw him lying in a small clearing, his body badly mangled and dripping with mud and ichor as raindrops spattered across his Torso.

The Titan raised his head, his jaw crooked as he tried to sit up, only to stop as the tip of his spear pressed into his chest. 

For a moment, he lay still, and my own ragged breathing echoed in my ears, until Atlas let out a shuddering breath. “Kill… me. You… won’t… hear me… beg. Die… like a… warrior.”

I scowled and raised my foot, smashing it into his knee, which cracked like the firing of a shotgun, ringing through the clearing, causing Atlas’s face to twist in pain, his fingers clawing in the dirt.

“You… won’t get… the satisfaction… Perseus… Jackson,” he croaked, spitting a mouthful of ichor at me. “Kill… me.”

I let go of my sword, which disappeared in a flash, and raised Atlas’ spear above my head, feeling blood pound in my ears.

Suddenly, the hairs on my hands stood up, and a massive flash of lightning erupted from the sky, smashing between us, sending me flying back. I rolled across the clearing on instinct, smelling the ozone that burned in my nose as my hackles rose. 

Someone was interfering to save my best friend’s killer. 

That, I decided, won’t be allowed.

I whirled around, spinning the massive spear in my hands, only to see Zeus standing between Atlas and me, the masterbolt cracking in his hand, as he stared at me with a sorrowful expression.

“Stand down, Perseus,” his voice rumbled like thunder. “You cannot kill Atlas, I’m afraid.” He turned tightly and pushed the tip of the masterbolt into Atlas’ chest, sending the Titan sprawling back into the mud. “That goes for you as well, Titan.” Zeus spat. “Push it, and I’ll finish you myself. You may have survived hits from my Masterbolt then, but you won’t now. Not in this state. So, stay.”

I scowled. “I’m not letting him go. He killed Grover.”

“You don’t have a choice,” Zeus said, and I felt someone grab my arm.

I reacted on instinct, wrenching my arm out of their grasp and swinging Atlas’ spear hard, sending an armored mass— a god— flying into the shrubbery like a ragdoll.

“That was Hermes, not an enemy,” Zeus snapped as thunder cracked across the sky. “Son of Poseidon, I understand your pain, but I cannot allow you to do this. Stand down.”

“No.” I surged forward, only for another pair of strong arms to grab me, this time far stronger and way more skilled.

“I was fighting the Pankarion since it was born, punk,” Ares’ coarse voice rang in my ears as his grip tightened. “You aren’t getting free of this.”

Another pair of hands grabbed my arm and snatched Atlas’s spear away, and I turned to see Apollo giving me an apologetic look.

“You cannot do this! I don’t care who you are, you won’t stand between me and avenging Grover!” 

Zeus ignored me and turned to Atlas, his master bolt turning to pure electricity. “Do you swear to return to your burden immediately and never again raise your weapons against Olympus, Titan?”

“NO!” I screamed, trying to slip away from Ares’ grip. “KILL HIM!”

“If we kill him, there’d be no one to hold the sky, Percy,” Apollo whispered. “Also, if we could find a solution to that, there’s the fact that he’d go to Tartarus, and the next time around, he won’t be anywhere as contained. We cannot let the General run free, even if it is a millennium or five from now.”

“He deserves to die!”

“And he’ll suffer for eternity.” Zeus snapped, and lightning flashed in the sky. “Calm down, boy. Or you’ll end up wiping this mortal city, if not the whole state.”

“Dad’s containing the storm— but we can already feel it up in New York,” Apollo whispered to me. “Percy, I’m sorry, but there is nothing you can do here. But you have to calm dow.”

“Calm down? CALM DOWN!? That man killed my best friend! Call this off.”

“I’m sorry, Percy.”

Atlas glanced at me from the ground before looking at Zeus. “I… swear.”

“NO! DON’T RUN NOW, YOU FUCKING COWARD! FIGHT ME IF YOU’RE A SHRED OF WARRIOR THAT YOU BRAG YOU ARE!”

“On the five rivers?” Zeus asked Atlas, ignoring my yelling.

“Yes.”

Thunder boomed across the dark sky, shaking the ground. With a yell, I tossed Apollo away and pushed Ares off, rushing forward.

The next second, before I could reach Atlas, lightning struck, and the Titan disappeared, leaving me stabbing at thin air, the electricity searing my skin.

“Perseus—” Zeus gasped for breath as I whirled around, grabbing him by his armor and slamming him into a tree.

“WHY?” I demanded, feeling the tide of grief surge within me. “HE DESERVED TO DIE! YOU LET HIM GO FREE!”

“Stop yelling at me and let me down,” Zeus thundered, his eyes flashing a deadly electric blue. “I let him go because it was the right decision. I’m the King, and my decree is final.”

“And what decree is that?”

Zeus drew a deep breath. “That the world can’t be put in danger for the life of a mere Satyr.”

I felt the tide of rage smash into me, and I punched the King of Olympus hard enough to send him through a tree. 

“Mere Satyr?” I roared, leveling another punch at him. “MERE SATYR!? He found and protected your daughter, you bastard! He found all of us. He found PAN!” Another punch echoed like a thunderclap across the clearing as Zeus reared back. “HE WAS MY BROTHER!”

I went to punch him again, but Zeus raised his hand and caught it, lightning cracking over his arm, as he glanced up at the storm. “Stop. Now. Stop hitting me and stop the storm.”

“YOU LET THE MURDERER OF MY BEST FRIEND GO!” I wrenched my fist out of his hand and punched him in the gut, driving the wind out of his lungs. “YOU DIDN’T LET ME AVENGE HIM!”

In the next moment, a bolt of lightning smashed into me, sending me skidding back. 

“Perseus, stop!” Zeus waved his hand, and the winds that were ripping the trees apart around us slowed, doing nothing to abate my rage. “You must calm down.”

“You set me on this quest,” I whispered, tears clouding my eyes as I stood back up, and shock flashed in Zeus’ eyes for a moment. “A quest to kill gods. And when I was doing just that, you stopped me. And you stopped me from killing the killer of my best friend.”

“And killing Atlas won’t bring him back. Nothing will.”

“You can. You’re the king of Olympus. Decree it. Bring my friend back.”

A sorrowful expression twisted on Zeus’ face. “Perseus, that’s not how it works. Not even I can reverse death. He’ll be immortalized for ages to come, but I can’t bring him back.”

“THEN WHAT GOOD ARE YOU?” I burst, and thunder boomed in the sky, the storm picking back up.

Zeus' eyes shot up, and a flash of panic crossed his face, lightning flitting across his master bolt. “STAND DOWN. NOW!”

“NO. You—”

Zeus pushed me away and leveled his masterbolt at me. “Then I’m sorry for this, but you leave me with no option.”

In the next moment, everything dissolved in a flash of white, and the last thing I remembered was hearing the massive crack of lightning and feeling thousands of volts of electricity run through my body.

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AND… DONE! Hope you all liked the chapter!

So, I won’t say a lot. Yes, in the end, it was Zeus using the Master bolt on Percy (Within limits but the Master bolt nonetheless). Also, yes, Percy killed a Primordial in her own domain. I had initially contemplated allowing him to ichor-bend but decided against it, going with something far more impressive.

Anyhow, this has been an emotionally exhausting chapter and a long one. I’ll be on discord if anyone wishes to talk/ ask questions (You can comment here too).

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