By all accounts, Nico shouldn't have been here; he should have left while he had the chance, before Kronos and his minions turned New York into a smoldering pile of stone and metal, but he couldn't. He knew he had a part to play in all this; even if his better instincts were telling him to run for the hills.

He'd always been the reclusive, backseater; cheering on heroes greater than him on from the sidelines, but now, finding himself on the frontlines...it was a wonder he hadn't died yet.