𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕'𝒔 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚

The sky above Camp Half-Blood suddenly lit up.

It wasn't lightning. Nor was it a monster. A figure streaked through the clouds at an impossible speed, leaving behind a strange glow that made several campers look up. For a moment, it looked like a falling star.

Then, something hit the ground.

The crash shook the ground and sent nearby campers running toward the impact site. Chiron arrived shortly after, expecting to find an injured monster or perhaps a demigod.

But they found none of that.

Amidst the dust and shattered grass lay a humanoid figure. Its eyes glowed in a way no human could replicate, and though its form appeared human, there was something profoundly strange about it. Wings of light, now damaged, revealed a nature that the camp's ancient records had barely managed to describe.

Chiron remained motionless.

-It just can't be...

I had only ever heard that name in ancient texts: Phengoneus. Beings born from conscious fragments of the power of Lux, the ancient primordial entity associated with the light of the cosmos. Creatures that even the gods preferred to treat with caution.

Then he remembered the prophecy.

The Oracle had warned that, during the war against Cronos, an entity of Light would arrive to play a decisive role in his defeat.

But nobody expected it to happen like this.

Cronos also knew of that prophecy. That was why he had ordered the pursuit of the Phengoneus who inhabited the Earth. The weapon that had struck the newcomer was not ordinary: the darkness that shrouded it was slowly consuming its light.

The campers watched in silence. Some held their weapons; others simply couldn't tear their eyes away.

Chiron raised a hand.

—Don't attack. We don't know what's in front of us.

The entire camp seemed to be holding its breath.

And, amidst the dust, the light, and the wounded wings, the figure began to regain consciousness.