Athena.

The camp was quieter now, the echoes of battle fading like the last whispers of a storm. Yet, the adrenaline still pulsed through my veins, keeping my senses sharp, my body alert. Beauty walked beside me, her hand brushing lightly against mine—a gesture of comfort and silent support.

“We need to move,” she whispered, her voice urgent but controlled. “Gian won’t let this slide. Not completely. He’ll plan, watch, and wait. And if we’re not ready…”

I nodded, feeling ...