Theseus said nothing as they walked through the tunnel. After the initial relief of finding other people alive and the panic in trying to evade the Titans, most of them just fell back into their own thoughts. He held up his hands and produced light with them, one of his favorite tricks. Still, though his hands crackled with power, Theseus felt helpless. Most of the people he knew and loved were dead, but he survived. It was a sobering thought.
He almost sighed in relief when they found themselves in the city and talked to an actual adult. Still, the news he gave them wasn't good. Hazel and Jason were captured and Camp Jupiter was destroyed. How had this happened? Where were their parents? He felt a familiar ache in his chest. Most kids could depend on their parents, but demigods couldn't. They could barely see them and now, their parents couldn't save them from the Titans?
"We need to do something," Theseus announced, anger and determination coloring his voice, "Kronos and the Titans want to destroy the world. We can't just let them."
"Caution, Theseus. We need rest and food and, more importantly, a plan," Cyrus noted, "The odds are astronomical."