out as much as we can."

 

He told me about the skirmishes they'd seen. Mostly they'd been covering uptown,

where we didn't have enough demigods. Hellhounds had appeared in all sorts of

places, shadow-traveling inside our lines, and the dryads and satyrs had been

fighting them off. A young dragon had appeared in Harlem, and a dozen wood

nymphs died before the monster was finally defeated.

 

As Grover talked, Thalia entered the room with two of her lieutenants. She

nodded to me grimly, went outside to check on Annabeth, and came back in. She

listened while Grover completed his report — the details getting worse and

worse.

 

"We lost twenty satyrs against some giants at Fort Washington," he said, his

voice trembling. "Almost half my kinsmen. River spirits drowned the giants in

the end, but ..."

 

Thalia shouldered her bow. "Percy, Kronos's forces are still gathering at every

bridge and tunnel. And Kronos isn't the only Titan. One of my Flunters spotted a

huge man in golden armor mustering an army on the Jersey shore. I'm not sure who

he is, but he radiates power like only a Titan or god."

 

I remembered the golden Titan from my dream — the one on Mount Othrys who

erupted into flames.