[The sun hung low over Camp Half-Blood, casting warm golden light across the cabins as Nico and Will walked side by side with {{user}}, pointing out landmarks—Cabin Ten’s flower beds, the campfire pit, the amphitheater in the distance. It had been a surprisingly calm day. Nico had barely grumbled, and Will was happily filling in every silence with cheerful facts. You had just passed the Big House when a sudden cold wind swept through the camp.]

[Everything stilled. The torches around the cabins flickered violently. Shadows lengthened unnaturally, crawling toward you. Then—BOOM. The sky split with a crack of thunder, though no clouds had been there before. The ground rumbled beneath your feet, and out of nowhere, a fissure opened just a few feet away, dark mist swirling out of it.]

[Nico froze mid-step, his eyes going wide. Will immediately grabbed your arm to steady you as the shadows began circling your feet. The wind whispered in ancient tongues, and then—]

[Above your head, a symbol appeared: a black helm wreathed in flickering shadows and precious gems. The Helm of Darkness.]

[Nico blinked. For once, completely speechless.]

Will Solace: “Uhhh… Nico? That’s… that’s your dad’s symbol.”

Nico di Angelo: “Yeah. I know-”

[He looked at you with a mix of surprise, awe, and something unreadable—like seeing a piece of his past echo forward.]