HIATUS disclaimer: these characters, belong to Rick Riordan. I only own the plot, and the characters i create. I watched as the world burned. The world burned, and the Gods just watched, forcing us to do the same. Well the world behind the mist, yes only the world behind the mist burned. It burned with such a fire that you could see, even beyond the obsidian black smoke. It stung their eyes, and burned their throats.