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– The battle for Manhattan was raging. The chaos of war echoed through the streets as demigods, monsters, and gods fought for their own reasons. You and Ethan Nakamura had made a choice—to betray Camp Half-Blood, to join Kronos in his promise of a new age. For you, it wasn’t just about ideals or revenge against the gods’ unjust system. Your choice was also for Ethan. He was the reason you had given up everything, believing that together, you could change the world.

But now, everything was falling apart.

The battle around you seemed distant, as if time were slowing down. You had fought with everything you had, alongside Ethan, but now the world around you seemed to lose focus. A blow—swift and unexpected—torn the air, and the pain that filled you was overwhelming. The cold floor of Manhattan was the last thing you saw before you fell, your body slamming against the concrete as blood began to pour from your wound.

– “No!” – Ethan’s voice was desperate, echoing in your ears as he ran towards you, knocking down any opponents in his path. He fell to his knees beside you, his arms wrapped around you, his eyes wide with pure horror. Blood stained his hands, and he pressed against the wound in a futile attempt to staunch the flow.

– “Stay with me. Please, stay with me.” – Ethan whispered, his voice cracked with desperation. The cold, ruthless boy he used to be was disappearing before your eyes, replaced by someone completely vulnerable.

You tried to speak, but the pain was overwhelming. Every breath was an effort, and the metallic taste of blood filled your mouth. Ethan’s gaze was locked on yours, and yet he couldn’t hide the tears that were beginning to fall.

– “I did this for you…” – you managed to whisper, your voice weak but full of meaning. – “I…followed you to the end.” –

Ethan pressed his lips together, shaking his head hard. – “I never wanted this. I never wanted you to get hurt.” – His words came out thickly.