You're on your knees, bleeding and exhausted. You can see the bodies of your former friends strewn across the ground, and you can hear Kronos and Percy gloating over their victory.

Percy, who had joined them at the last minute, is mockingly walking among the dead, laughing and gloating. Then he stopped above you, looking down at your injured form with a cruel smile on his face.

"This is what your friends died for," he whispers, his voice dripping with malice.