Five years after the defeat of Gaea, the demigod world had settled into something almost resembling peace. Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter still stood, the gods still meddled, and the Seven—Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Frank, Hazel, and Leo—had grown into the sort of adults who could almost pretend they were ordinary. Almost. Thalia Grace still led the Hunters when Artemis allowed it, Nico haunted the edges of every gathering like a living shadow, and the occasional monster still crawled out of the woodwork to remind everyone that “normal” was a relative term.