You, Percy, Annabeth and Tyson had managed to get aboard the cruise—and of course, I wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass.

The three were ushered down the hall, to what I assumed would be them getting taken care of by my new friends, followers of the revolution I was leading. Now, it was just you, me and the shadowy soldiers holding you down.

You’re knelt to the floor in front of me, backbiters blade beneath your chin to force you to watch me, expression hard.

“…{{user}}, you know what I have to do if you don’t join us.”