47 Chapter 47

"Perrrrrcy!" Grover bleated and tackled me with a goat-hug. "You heard me! You came!"

"Yeah, buddy," I said. "Of course I came."

"Where's Annabeth?"

"Back at camp," I said turning to the girl. "But there's no time to talk, hold still."

I uncapped Riptide and sliced off her ropes. She stood stiffly, rubbing her wrists. She glared at me for a moment, then looked at the ground and mumbled, "Thanks."

"You're welcome," I said. "Now, who are you?"

The girl looked surprised. "Hespera, daughter of Atlas."

"Perseus Jackson, Son of the Big Three." I responded.

"You're joking." Hespera muttered not believing me.

"Sadly no." I respoded. "Okay. Come on, then. We have to help—"

An explosion echoed through the cave, followed by a scream that told me we might be too late. It was Silena crying out in fear.

"I got Nobody!" Polyphemus gloated.

We crept to the cave entrance and saw the Cyclops, grinning wickedly, holding up Clarisse and Silena, upside down by their legs.

"Hah!" the Cyclops said. "Girls! Already got feisty one for wife. Means you gotta be grilled with mango chutney!"

Clarisse struggled, but Silena looked dazed. She had a nasty cut on her forehead. Her eyes were glassy.

"I'll rush him," I whispered to Hespera. "Our ship is around the back of the island. You and Grover—"

"No way," they said at the same time. Hespera had armed herself with a highly collectible rams-horn spear from the Cyclops's cave. Grover had found a sheep's thigh bone, which he didn't look too happy about, but he was gripping it like a club, ready to attack.

"We'll take him together," Hespera growled.

"Yeah," Grover said. 

"Yeah, no" I said. "You will just get in my way."

Grover and Hespera's expressions morphed into ones of shock as the shadows enveloped them, whisking them away in the blink of an eye. With my sword held firmly in hand, I squared my shoulders and unleashed a defiant shout into the darkness, "Hey, Ugly!"

The colossal figure spun toward me, his single eye narrowing with curiosity. "Another one? Who are you?" he boomed, his voice echoing off the cavern walls.

"Put down my friends. I'm the one who insulted you," I declared, my tone resolute despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

"You are Nobody?" Polyphemus questioned, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"That's right, I'm Nobody and I'm proud of it! Now, put her down and get over here. I want to stab your eye out again," I retorted, my words laced with a mixture of defiance and determination.

"RAAAR!" Polyphemus bellowed in response, his anger boiling over like a tempest unleashed.

As Polyphemus turned his attention to me, the good news came with a price. He released Clarisse and Silena from his grasp, sending them tumbling to the ground. With a swift motion, I manipulated the shadows, ensuring their safety before they could meet the unforgiving stone floor.

Summoning my Gungnir spear and wielding it alongside Morningstar, I prepared for the impending clash. The weight of the weapons felt reassuring in my hands, a tangible reminder of the strength and resolve that coursed through me.

"You call yourself a Cyclops?" I taunted, my voice cutting through the tense atmosphere with contempt. "More like a lumbering oaf with the brains to match."

Polyphemus roared in fury at my insult, his massive frame quaking with rage. "You dare to mock me, little demigod?" he thundered, his voice reverberating through the cavernous chamber like a thunderclap.

I smirked in the face of his anger, my resolve unyielding against the titanic force before me. "Oh, I dare," I replied, my voice a defiant echo in the cavernous chamber. "And let me tell you something, Cyclops. You may be big, but you're no match for the likes of me."

With a deafening roar that reverberated through the very stone beneath our feet, Polyphemus seized his massive club, its formidable weight swinging in a deadly arc. I moved with the swiftness born of necessity, sidestepping the crushing blow with lightning speed as it crashed into the unforgiving stone floor with a resounding impact that echoed through the chamber like thunder.

But Polyphemus was undeterred, his fury unyielding as he pressed his advantage with unbridled force and sheer determination. Each swing of his club was met with a dance of evasion on my part, my movements guided by a combination of skill and instinct honed through countless battles fought on the edge of oblivion.

As the clash of titans unfolded, I tapped into the depths of my abilities, summoning forth the crimson essence that flowed through my veins. With a whispered incantation, I wove the blood into tendrils mixing them with the shadows, ensnaring my foe in what I called my Umbravascular Trap!

Polyphemus roared in frustration as he struggled against my grasp, his massive frame straining against the dark bloody webs that held him fast. But I was not content to simply immobilize him. No, I had other plans in mind.

With a flick of my wrist, I covered Gungnir in ice, its frigid surface gleaming in the dim light of the chamber like a shard of crystalline death. With deadly precision, I launched the frozen projectile toward Polyphemus, aiming for the vulnerable spot of his giant eye.

The giant howled in agony as the ice spear found its mark, burying itself deep within his flesh with a sickening crunch. Yet still, he fought on, his strength undiminished by the pain that wracked his massive form.

I called forth water, its liquid tendrils lashing out with deadly precision. With a swift motion, I lashed out at Polyphemus, the water whip crackling through the air like a serpent's tongue as it sought to ensnare him in its watery embrace.

But Polyphemus, the ever so dumb monsterous idiot, refused to be subdued so easily. With a defiant roar that shook the very foundations of the earth, he swung his club with all his strength. Using any other sense than sight. The force of the blow struck me like a thunderbolt, sending me sprawling to the ground with a sharp grunt of pain that reverberated through my bones.

I fought to regain my footing, the world around me spinning in a dizzying whirl of chaos. Through blurred vision and pounding head, I could see Polyphemus looming over me like a colossus of wrath, his single eye burning with a fierce intensity that spoke of his unyielding resolve.

But there was no time to dwell on my injuries. With a snarl of determination that cut through the haze of pain, I summoned a giant fireball, slamming it into the ground to conjure a wall of flame to shield myself from Polyphemus's next onslaught. The flames roared to life with an infernal intensity, casting flickering shadows that danced across the cavern walls like malevolent spirits.

With a primal cry that echoed through the chamber, I unleashed a barrage of magical blasts at my towering foe, each one made of pure mana as it tore through the air like bullets. The very air thrummed with the energy of my assault, a symphony of destruction that reverberated through the very fabric of reality.

Polyphemus roared in agony as the magic blasts struck home, his massive form trembling under the onslaught of my assault. Yet still, he fought on, his strength undiminished as he unleashed a barrage of boulders grabbing one after the other, throwing them to wherever he thought that I was, in a desperate attemp to smash me.

Dodging and weaving with the agility of a serpent, I narrowly avoided the deadly projectiles as they hurtled toward me with bone-shattering force. With a grunt of effort that belied the strain upon my weary muscles, I summoned a barrier of ice to shield myself from the onslaught, the frozen barrier absorbing the brunt of the impact with a resounding crash that echoed through the chamber like the tolling of a funeral bell.

But even as I defended myself against Polyphemus's relentless assault, I knew that victory would not come easily. The giant Cyclops was a force of nature unto himself, his strength matched only by his unyielding determination to see me fall.

With a fierce cry that echoed through the very depths of my soul, I redoubled my efforts, drawing upon every ounce of power within me to unleash a devastating barrage of attacks upon my foe. With each strike, I felt the tide of battle turning in my favor, inch by hard-fought inch, as I pressed the advantage and drove Polyphemus back with relentless ferocity.

The clash of titans continued unabated, the very air crackling with the intensity of our struggle as we battled for supremacy in the heart of the abyss. And though the odds seemed insurmountable, I refused to yield, for I knew that the fate of all who dwelled in the mortal realm hung in the balance.

But even as I fought with every fiber of my being, a sense of foreboding crept over me like a chilling mist. Polyphemus, relentless in his fury, proved to be a formidable adversary, his towering presence casting a shadow of doubt upon my resolve.

With a roar that shook the very foundations of the earth, Polyphemus swung his club with a force that threatened to sunder reality itself. The air crackled with the sheer power of his blows, each one a reminder of the perilous dance upon which I had embarked.

Summoning every last ounce of strength and determination, I braced myself against the onslaught, gritting my teeth against the searing pain that lanced through my body with each bone-jarring impact. With a fierce cry that echoed through the chamber like a battle hymn, I unleashed a torrent of magic blasts at my towering foe, each one crackling with elemental power as it sought to find its mark amidst the chaos of our clash.

But Polyphemus was undeterred, his resolve unyielding as he weathered the storm of my assault with an iron will that defied all logic. His blows rained down upon me with a relentless ferocity, each one driving me further toward the brink of exhaustion.

I fought on, my movements fueled by a potent mixture of desperation and defiance. Every fiber of my being screamed in protest, every muscle strained under the weight of my exertions. Yet still, I refused to yield, for I knew that the fate of all who dwelled in the mortal realm hung in the balance.

And then, in a moment of grim realization, as I held Morningstar in both hands, wounded from several places and having bleed alot when I had used my Blood Manipulation. If I didn't kill Polyphemus soon, I would either die from bloodloss or having depleted my mana.

he was too strong, his power beyond reckoning. With a sinking heart, I uttered the words that filled me with a sense of dread, "Shit, I am so going to die!"