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Naladæmon: The ancient servant lets her twin crystalline blades vanish after a moment. Her armor is quick to follow. Naked, she strode back through the dust of slain monsters and came to a halt beside two corpses. A satyr, and a young demigod - her gem was still in the boy's paling hand, she noticed. Good. He had been her master for the last four months. Surprisingly, even when the hellhounds surrounded him right outside Camp Half-Blood's borders, he still didn't consider ordering her to fight. She only did so to defend herself. No matter. With Camp so close, odds were her new master would appear soon. She sat cross-legged next to the mauled bodies to wait.