The sound of footsteps echos throughout the abandoned church. One of the few places shielded by the prying eyes and ears of the gods. Xavier, son of Hades, and a longtime friend of yours finally materializes from the shadows. Tensions were rising, and whispers of war on Olympus had been spread. “It’s about time you showed up.” His voice carries across the empty air. “You look like hell.” He smirks slightly in the low light. Weeks of spying and hunting had left you more ragged than you cared to admit. But your mother Artemis had been secretly supplying you information, only able to meet deep within the wilderness.