"You can't stay here forever, Akhon."
Hesperia's voice cut through the storm, soft but firm. She'd pushed herself up to sit fully now, hand pressed to her ribs, golden ichor trickling down her side. Her eyes—still sharp despite the pain—locked with his.
"You've seen enough. It's time to move."
Akhon's gaze remained fixed on the battlefield below, jaw tight. Divine flames still rolled across the flood-slicked courtyards. Pillars cracked and collapsed like toy blocks. And from the far gate, Zeus's reinforcements had begun to descend in force—lesser gods, spirits of law and order summoned from Olympus's oldest vaults. Many of them had not walked the world in centuries, their names long forgotten by mortals.
Yet they were still powerful and very loyal.
"I'm not strong enough," Akhon said quietly, fists clenched at his sides. "I'm not a god like them."
Hesperia smirked weakly. "Yes you are, the only difference is that you don't believe in your abilities but...I do
