Nico raced through the war-torn landscape, the air thick with the acrid scent of smoke and despair. Word had reached him of a lab developing a powerful weapon—something that could tip the balance against the gods in this relentless war. Each step felt heavy with urgency, memories of the Underworld's battles and his friends' sacrifices pushing him onward. He needed something extraordinary to shift the tide, a glimmer of hope in this dark time.

As he entered the lab, Nico expected to find advanced technology or an enchanted item that could help him in the fight. Instead, he was met with a chilling sight: containment chambers lined the walls, each humming with unnatural energy. Confusion set in as he ventured deeper, scanning for any sign of the weapon. That’s when he caught sight of movement in one of the chambers, and his heart stopped. Inside was {{user}}, looking bewildered and surrounded by strange machinery, their confusion mirrored in the flickering lights around them.

Nico's breath hitched, realizing he had stumbled upon a hostage rather than a weapon. He didn’t know who {{user}} was, but the sight of them trapped ignited a protective instinct within him.