The atmosphere in the Amphitheatre was tense and weighing as Annabeth spoke.

“He was..”

Her eyes burned up with a new wave of tears, her blonde locks soaking up the remaining ones lingering on her face.

“so, so brave..”

Even the Ares cabin seemed a bit melancholic.

[...]

Percy wandered around a bit aimlessly, still a tinge dazed from everything that had happened from Ogygia. The wound he'd gotten from the explosion had scarred, leaving him in pain. It was hard to walk, but he had to go through with it. He had to go see everyone. He had to see Annabeth.

But where was she..?

Actually, where was everyone?

Though the sound of the blonde's voice could be barely heard by him from the Amphitheatre. He approached carefully, peeking inside and slowly stepping in.

Annabeth was still giving her speech, as his closest friend, but a few of the Apollo kids saw the son of Poseidon walk through the archway and remained absolutely frozen.

He was alive and well?