In the silence of the void, Father Black clashed with the two Fallen.
The last one—the colossal eye, wings stretched across the darkness like veils of night—merely watched, unblinking. Its monstrous gaze followed every movement, as if the struggle below were nothing more than an experiment.
Perseus had been ready to join, but Father Black's command had been absolute.
It had been centuries since Perseus last obeyed an order from the old man, yet discipline was carved deep into his bones. He held his ground, jaw tight, eyes narrowed as he watched.
His gaze shifted briefly to Demeter. Her expression betrayed her heart—confidence tempered by worry. She knew her husband's strength, but she also knew the stakes.
