Mors stood frozen, his arms outstretched where Athena had once been. The warmth of her body had vanished, replaced by a void so deep it threatened to consume him.
His mind refused to accept it. His heart thundered in his chest, his breaths ragged and uneven. She couldn't be gone. She was just here. Laughing. Fighting. Standing beside him.
Then why, why was she gone?
His fingers clenched into fists, his nails biting into his palms. Blood dripped onto the battlefield, mixing with the crimson-stained earth.
A growl rumbled in his throat, deep and primal, building into a snarl that ripped through the air.
His vision blurred, not from pain, but from the sheer, all-consuming fury that burned within him.
Severina stood above him, smirking. Mocking.
She had stolen Athena. His Athena.
The realization snapped something inside him.
Mors tilted his head back, and the battlefield trembled with his scream. A power unlike any he had ever felt surged within him.
