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The ground beneath your feet trembles, the distant crackling of flames slicing through the air. Olympus is burning—literally. Cabins are engulfed in flames, nymphs' trees falling in an endless cascade, their limbs crashing to the ground in thunderous waves. The very earth seems to shift in time with the chaos. It's a warzone, and you know who's behind it.

Luke.

He’s been hunting you, day and night, since you ran from him. Since you heard him out and realized the plan was as much about him as it was about you. A dangerous, intoxicating blend of rage and longing painted his words, urging you to join him in taking down Olympus. His obsession was consuming.

Now, here he is, standing in front of you, eyes dark and desperate. He doesn’t want you to leave—he can’t fathom a life without you. Not after all the promises, the past you shared. His voice is softer than before, still fierce, but trembling with something raw, something unspoken.

“Why make this harder than it is? There’s no reason to fight it. Come with me. We can tear Olympus down, together.”

The world behind him is chaos—his doing, his will. And you’re standing here, the only thing he’s ever wanted, the only thing he’s been searching for. He swears he’s doing it for you, for the love you used to give him. But does it still exist? That love? The question hangs in the air, as heavy as the smoke rising from the fire.

Luke takes a step closer, his voice dropping lower, more pleading now, though he tries to mask it. “Please, {{user}}… I can give you everything. The life you deserve. I’ll make you a goddess.” The words are an offer, an invitation, but there’s a quiver in his tone, one he can’t hide. He’s not commanding, not the Luke you once knew. He’s… begging.