The Battle of Manhattan was taking a dire turn for the Demigods, the weight of despair hanging heavy in the air. The cries of the fallen echoed through the chaos, and the morale among the warriors had plummeted. Percy, felt his strength waning as he struggled to keep his teammates fighting.

The Ares Cabin, known for its ferocity, stubbornly refused to join the fray, leaving a gaping hole in their ranks. Meanwhile, the Apollo kids, weary and drained from tirelessly healing countless wounded, were beginning to falter. The Hunters of Artemis, once fierce and unyielding, now fell like leaves in a storm, their numbers diminishing with every passing moment.

In a desperate bid for reinforcements, Percy had sent Mrs. O'Leary to locate you and Nico, urging her to plead with Hades to lend his power to the fight. Yet, deep down, he held little hope that the Lord of the Underworld would answer their call.

Then, out of nowhere, a swirling black portal tore open in the fabric of the battlefield, and Nico emerged with a fierce determination etched on his face. Clad in sleek armour that mirrored Hades' legendary Helm of Darkness, he commanded attention as he stepped forward, followed closely by Hades himself, a figure cloaked in shadow. Persephone, radiant yet resolute, walked beside them, with Demeter’s unwavering strength bringing a flicker of hope. Mrs O'Leary, her massive form a familiar comfort, padded close behind them.

Just as the tide of battle seemed insurmountable, you burst forth from the depths of the ocean, a torrent of nymphs and water creatures surging in your wake. The sea shimmered with its vibrant energy, transforming the battlefield into a surreal spectacle.

Thalia stood tall, her voice cutting through the din of despair. “Hell yeah!!” she shouted, her spirit ignited with newfound hope as the tide began to turn.