Wisdoms daughter walks alone, The Mark of Athena burns through Rome. Twins snuff out the Angels breath, who holds the key to endless death. Giant bane stands gold and pale, won through pain from a woven jail.
That is where I wanted to talk the most. But I needed to face it. I was dying. All I could see was a blur and what I could hear was faint. I wanted to throw up. I also wanted to cry. Out of everything I wanted to punch Octavian.