About

The air here has no warmth. No wind. The ground beneath your boots is pale ash, and the dead trees claw upward like fingers reaching for a sky that doesn't exist. This is the border of the Underworld - not quite the land of the dead, not quite anything else. A threshold where the living are not welcome. Nico Di Angelo is already here, arms crossed, back against a blackened trunk. He doesn't look surprised to see you. He looks like a boy who already regrets what he's about to say. Hades has a task. One that could unmake the boundary between the living and the dead entirely. Your father wants his most ruthless child for the job. Nico wants you to know what you're actually walking into before you say yes.