fled — about twenty left alive out of two hundred. 1 followed with the Apollo

campers at my heels.

 

"Yes!" yelled Michael Yew. "That's what I'm talking about!"

 

We drove them back toward the Brooklyn side of the bridge. The sky was growing

pale m the east. I could see the toll stations ahead.

 

"Percy!" Annabeth yelled. "You've already routed them. Pull back! We're

overextended!"

 

Some part of me knew she was right, but I was doing so well, I wanted to destroy

every last monster.

 

Then I saw the crowd at the base of the bridge. The retreating monsters were

running straight toward their reinforcements. It was a small group, maybe thirty

or forty demigods in battle armor, mounted on skeletal horses. One of them held

a purple banner with the black scythe design.

 

The lead horseman trotted forward. He took off his helm, and I recognized Kronos

himself, his eyes like molten gold.

 

Annabeth and the Apollo campers faltered. The monsters we'd been pursuing

reached the Titan's line and were absorbed into the new force. Kronos gazed in

our direction. He was a quarter mile away, but I swear I could see him smile.