In the place between realms.
Hermes soared through the void — the endless rift of shifting darkness that lay between the realms. His winged sandals beat steadily against the formless air, propelling him forward.
Only a handful of gods dared to travel this path and even fewer as swiftly or frequently as Hermes who is the god Messenger of Olympus.
But then, he stopped in the middle of his track.
Without warning, his wings halted mid-flight and he hovered in silence as a sharp and inexplicable sensation of danger gripped his mind.
Hermes narrowed his eyes, scanning the emptiness ahead. But there was nothing except the usual chaos of the void like the blackness rippled with streaks of color that twisted and reshaped with every heartbeat. There were no enemies in sight, traps, or hostile force.
Yet the feeling persisted.
"What is this...?" he thought, a tremor of unease stirring in his chest. The unease quickly changed into something colder sharper, fear.
