Hera's fingers trembled before she clenched her fists, her breath shallow.
"Is this… a dream…?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
She didn't even have the strength to be angry anymore.
Athena turned her gaze toward Hera.
The Queen of the Olympus Gods looked utterly broken. Her once proud and commanding presence had withered into silence, her expression frozen in disbelief. The goddess who once dictated the fates of battles, who pulled the strings of heroes and kings alike, now sat motionless, powerless against the events unfolding before her.
But Athena was no different.
For the first time in her existence, she—Athena, the Goddess of Victory—was forced to accept the impossible.
Every war she had ever blessed, every side she had ever chosen, had always emerged victorious. It was not arrogance that made her believe in her own invincibility—it was simply fact. A fact that had remained unbroken for eons.
And yet, this time, she would lose.
