Styx laughed slightly at the method of how he was chosen. "Aw, so many poor demi-gods are going to die." he chuckled again to himself before looking to Chiron.
"I'll call upon my brother. If there are any more Posiedon children in camp, tell them to use the fountain to locate Percy." Smiling, he handed over a few dramcha. "Tell them to ask Iris real sweet like, alright? I have to go to the Underworld."
Turning to Lydia, he took hold of one of her hands, gently kissing it. "I'll be back before the sunrises. Please keep safe." Flashing that charming smile, Styx ran into the middle of the strawberry field. He closed his eyes and in a dark purple light, he went full god-mode, then disapeared. All around where he was standing, the strawberries looked so ripe they seemed they would burst.
In the Underworld, Styx wandered down the halls, making sure to keep out of the way. If he were to cause trouble now, there would be no way he would be leaving by the time he had promised. The emerald and golden blonde haired male quickly found his half brother.
"Nico, we have to hurry up. Lydia has chosen you to be apart of this prophecy."