Athena

The forest was alive with the echoing clash of power. Every footfall, every movement, seemed amplified by the weight of fear, anger, and desperation. Gian moved like a predator honed to perfection—every strike calculated, every motion precise, every aura radiating dominance that made even the ground beneath us feel like it was trembling. His eyes, pale blue and sharp as ice, never left me for a second, and I could feel the storm of intent behind them: he wanted control, not just over ...