Olympus — The Decision
The halls of Olympus echoed with thunder.
Athena walked alone through the marble corridor, her spear in hand, her owl gliding silently above.
Behind her, the gods argued. Bickered. Feared.
But she had already made her choice.
She reached the armory, stepped inside, and stood before her father's war helm — the one he hadn't touched in centuries.
She took it.
Not as a sign of rebellion.
As a sign of unity.
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A Message to the Sea
A shimmering gate opened at the edge of the world, where the sky touched the ocean.
Athena stepped through.
Instantly, she was beneath.
The sea parted around her presence, water bending back in respect or fear. Lightning crackled through it — silent, white-hot veins.
Dominic turned as she arrived.
"You came," he said.
"I had to."
She tossed him something.
A silver pendant.
"I'm not here to give orders. I'm here to fight. But the gods won't all agree."
He caught the pendant. "Who do I need to watch for?"
