Cerulean glow from Crimson Light

Percy was tired of being a hero. Defeating Kronos, braving Tartarus, and helping to bring down Gaea should’ve been enough to earn some peace. But fate wasn’t done with him.



All he wanted was time with Annabeth—his Wise Girl, his anchor. Instead, he found himself in a crimson hellscape, where the sky bled and the ground screamed. A jagged river of black ink tore through the land: the Styx.



This time, there was no escape. Percy raised a hand, bracing for the fall. He knew the Styx wouldn’t catch him—it would consume him.