Athena

The battlefield was a storm of motion, chaos, and fury. The trees around us were torn, branches shattered, leaves flying like confetti of war. The air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and something darker—vengeance. Every howl, every clash of claws, and every roar echoed like a drumbeat announcing the coming end.

I gripped my weapons tightly, knuckles white, and my eyes darted over the field. Gian was everywhere, or at least his presence was. His influence pulsed through ...