They were still together, but for how long, Percy didn't know.
Percy's free hand grappled at the air, while his other hand clung to Annabeth's sweaty, pale hand, as the world around him got darker and darker, and the light above them, marking his friend's silhouettes got smaller until it was only a tiny pin point, and then it was gone.
A feeling of freefall was not a new to him. But the feeling of freefalling into Tartarus, the endless cesspool of evil, was entirely new. Percy wasn't one of those daredevils that went sky...
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The snake-haired ladies were starting to annoy Percy.
They should have died three days 前 when he dropped a クレート, 木枠 of bowling balls on them at the Napa Bargain Mart. They should have died two days 前 when he ran over them with a police car in Martinez. They definitely should have died this morning when he cut off their heads in Tilden Park. No matter how many times Percy killed them and watched them crumble to powder, they just kept re-forming...