The enemy slogged forward. Giants smashed through the trees, and naiads faded as

their life sources were destroyed. Hellhounds lunged at the timber wolves,

knocking them aside. Enemy archers returned fire, and a Hunter fell from a high

branch.

 

"Percy!" Annabeth grabbed my arm and pointed at the reservoir. The Titan in the

gold armor wasn't waiting for his forces to advance around the sides. He was

charging toward us, walking straight over the top of the lake.

 

A Greek firebomb exploded right on top of him, but he raised his palm and sucked

the flames out of the air.

 

"Hyperion," Annabeth said in awe. "The lord of light. Titan of the east."

 

"Bad?" I guessed.

 

"Next to Atlas, he's the greatest Titan warrior. In the old days, four Titans

controlled the four comers of the world. Hyperion was the east — the most

powerful. He was the father of Helios, the first sun god."

 

"I'll keep him busy," I promised.

 

"Percy, even you can't — "