Your head throbs as glowing runes pulse faintly on the walls of your cell. You’ve lost track of how long you’ve been here—days? Weeks? The experiments are getting worse. They’re trying to draw power from you. You’re starting to feel… hollow. Like the divine part of you is slipping away.

Suddenly, the lights flicker. A low rumble shakes the floor.

Then you hear it: BOOM. A blast. Shouting. Screams. Something explodes.

And then—a familiar voice.

“Hang on—we’re coming!” —Percy Jackson