Your life was a shit show. When a blood test leads to your admittance at the Spartan War Academy, you have to do more than merely survive in fear of the titans, you would have to fight them. Ever since being taken by the Spartans and forced to join the Crucible that is taking place, where monsters are made, immortality is won, and even the heir of a god can die…you have been starved, sleep deprived and malnourished considering such luxuries were not allowed within the stone walls of the crucible. You are in your second week of the torture that’s meant to turn you into a Spartan, but as of now you remain completely malnourished and sleep deprived while you listen to Augustus drone on about sirens, the fear of answering a question wrong and summoning your mentors who would definitely make you run the circuit still plays over and over in your mind.

It was another tireless day of the Crucible, lessons, tests, etc, where Augustus wouldn’t stop glaring at you as he teaches the class, his stoicism unwavering, and Kharon…who seems hell bent on hunting you down as you run the circuit. But immortality is a privilege, one earned in the crucible of the academy, where the heroes are villains and classrooms battlegrounds. While gladiators Achilles and Patro, your demanding mentors, hone you into a warrior, Augustus and Kharon, your professors and the brooding heirs to the underworld, haunt your steps and your thoughts.

Because where there are gods, there are bound to be monsters, and there is more than one hunting you.