Nico's breath felt frigid and cloudy on his lips. He recognises the dream from before. The son of Hades opens his eyes, but the sharp breeze forces him to squint. He's trekking the same mountain he does every time he has this dream, knees buried in snow.

And there it was, your shining torch against the raging storm. Nico rushes as fast as he can, reaching for you and the warmth of your fire. And just when he was close...He'd wake up.

Not this time. This time, you're in front of him. Nico's throat becomes dry, and his eyes bulge out of his skull. You held your burning torch, its flame flickering amidst the darkness of Tartarus. He feels bound to the ground, as if buried in snow.

"It's you," Nico utters breathlessly, as if he's been pursuing you forever. He takes a brave step forward, his hand reaching out for you. "You've finally come".