The Plasma Paradox |The Anak Series| [COMPLETED!]

The Guardian of Atlantis

Recap: When they reached the dock to the Upper-world, Percy said his thanks before walking to the exit.

He smiled a little. But after thinking of what he could do and what he would do to Theater Queen and the rest of the Olympians.

His smile became a grin.

Percy punched another monster in the face. He was currently invading another monster camp.

He had built a new reputation, a new name, and he lived to uphold it.

He was no longer Percy Jackson, the Hero of Olympus. That was a couple months ago.

The Monsters gave him his new name. They gave him something to live for.

He was now known as Apoth, translated as demise or death in English.

Apoth wore a dark cloak and a hood that covered his face, but sometimes you could see his eyes.

Red like blood they were terrifying. Of course, if you were close enough to see his eyes you're already as good as dead.

He had black gauntlets that hid his blades similar to the ones in Assassin's Creed. He wore Stygian iron combat boots and a Stygian iron chest plate. A dark aura surrounded him.

A telekhine swung its sword at Apoth's neck. Apoth dodged before grabbing the telekhine's sword to block a sword swing directed at his back.

He swung his elbow down onto the telekhines' arm, breaking it.

He pierced the telekhines' armor and decapitated the monster behind him in a few swift motions.

His eyes glowed red through his hood as he controlled two dracaenae to stab each other. Apoth chuckled, motioning the monsters to attack him.

An arrow whistled towards him, but Apoth simply raised his hand catching the arrow inches from his head.

Apoth leapt forward. He was getting bored.

He crashed into a hellhound, bringing the arrow into its chest, ending another miserable life.

Apoth charged forward, bringing his hidden blades into an empousa.

He rolled over her fading back, dodging a spear by a few inches.

He used his momentum to crash into a dracaenae, bringing it down. His hands pulsed red as he clenched his fists.

Apoth raised his left hand casually as he caught a spear. He snapped it in half using the two pieces to beat back the legion of monsters.

He jumped forward, thrusting the broken spear into a cyclops.

The few remaining monsters fell till there was only Apoth and the Nemean Lion.

"Finally, a possible challenge," Apoth muttered, bracing himself for the monster of legends.

The Nemean Lion charged furiously. Its golden fur glinted in the sun as it's sharp claws tore through the terrain.

Apoth slowly turned around grabbing two spears that laid on the ground.

The Nemean Lion approached at speeds almost uncatchable to the eye.

Apoth took a deep breath, grounding his teeth. He flexed his jaw.

He exhaled.

Everything slowed. They locked gazes just as the Nemean Lion opened its jaw. Apoth leaped forward, crashing into the Lion. It wasn't fair.