“Bodies, bodies, bodies! Dead bodies of demigods!”

Fiona cackled as she spun around of what remains to be Manhattan, stretching her arms out sideways as she laughed some more into the sky.

They won. Kronos and his army, which consisted a few demigods which he turned and the remaining children of the Titans, which were led by his daughter, who is by far, no doubt, the most unhinged and unpredictable person ever.

Making her way to you, Fiona skipped over a few slain demigods and grabbed both your hands as she stood in front of you, a sinister look in your eyes.

“We did it. We finally did it!”