As the days dwindled to just three until the blood moon, the atmosphere at Camp Half-Blood grew tense. Nico and Bianca led the way through a hidden shortcut, a narrow path winding through dense woods that felt alive with anticipation. The urgency was palpable; they had to act fast.
Arriving at the massive doors of Tartarus, the group positioned the Golden Fleece against the aged wood. With every second, the Fleece radiated a soft glow, slowly stitching together the damage done to the seal. But as the magic worked, a deep rumble echoed from within the doors, a reminder of the Titans' wrath trapped behind them.
"Let's hope this works," Cordelia muttered, glancing nervously at the sky, which began to darken ominously. The blood moon was drawing nearer
Inside, the Titans raged against their confinement, their anger seeping through the cracks. They could sense the Fleece, the magic that could hinder their escape, and it infuriated them. Whispers of revenge flowed through the air, a chilling reminder of the power that awaited them.
As the last rays of sunlight faded, a surge of monsters erupted from the woods, their snarls echoing in the stillness. They charged toward the doors, eyes fixed on the Fleece.
"Protect the Fleece!" Annabeth shouted, drawing her sword. The group quickly positioned themselves, weapons ready. Monsters poured in, a tide of claws and fangs, and the battle began.
Cordelia fought fiercely, wielding her trident and silk scarf with precision. The scarf whipped through the air, disarming a monster with a flick of her wrist. Bubbles and Flame, her familiars, darted in and out, using their powers to fend off the attackers.
Thalia, now fully awake, stood beside her cousin, striking down a monstrous beast with her arrows. "We need to buy time for the Fleece to work!" she yelled, her voice resolute.
As the chaos unfolded, the monsters grew desperate. They clawed at the doors, trying to pry the Fleece away. The group held their ground, fighting back with every ounce of strength they had.
Minutes felt like hours as the blood moon loomed closer. The air crackled with tension, and Cordelia could feel the weight of the orld on her shoulders. She energy into the fign. ed, channeling her
Five minutes!" Luke shouted, counting down. "We can do this!"
The roar of the Titans grew louder, a cacophony of fury echoing in their ears. "Kill them! Leave no one alive!" a monstrous voice commanded, sending a wave of dread through the group.
Just as the first shadow of the moon began to rise, the remaining demigods from Camp Half-Blood rushed to their aid, joining the fray. Their numbers evened the playing field, and together they pushed back against the relentless onslaught.
The battle raged on, a fierce clash of blades and magic. Bianca, with the help of her familiar Bell, unleashed a torrent of silver shadows, taking down monsters left and right. Nico summoned the power of the underworld, sending waves of darkness that engulfed t emies.
In those final moments, the magic of the Fleece surged. As the last threads of the tapestry wove themselves together, a brilliant light erupted from the doors. The Fleece had done its work.
With a blinding flash, the doors sealed tightly, the glow of the Fleece illuminating the battlefield. The Titans' screams of rage echoed from behind the doors, but for now, they were contained.
The group stood together, panting heavily, covered in bruises but alive. No fatalities on their side-a testament to their strength and unity. They had won this battle, but the war was far from over.
As they caught their breath, Cordelia turned to her friends, pride swelling within her. "We did it. Together."
With the blood moon hovering above, casting an eerie light, they knew the fight was only beginning. But with the power of the Fleece on their side and the bonds they had forged, they were ready to face whatever challenges awaited them.