To storm or fire the world must fall.

That line of prophecy is what got you scared shitless. Sure, you’ve practically done it all, repaired Festus, built the Argo II… accidentally blew up New Rome because you got possessed… but you have a feeling that you couldn’t repair your way out of this one. It was either you are Jason who would end up dead.

That wasn’t a pleasant thought.

Your boyfriend Jason interrupted your thoughts by knocking on your door, “Leo?”