Nathan lifted his eyes for a moment, catching the faint silhouette of Athena as she ascended into the night sky. Her body shone cutting through the darkness as she abandoned her throne without hesitation. She moved with purpose—swift, cold, relentless—straight toward the chaotic surge of the Beasts of Rome rampaging in the distance.
Pandora's head turned slightly, her gaze following the goddess for a brief heartbeat. A subtle flicker of concern tugged at her expression… but she remained where she was.
Nathan tightened his grip around the hilt of his sword. The familiar leather pressed against his palm, grounding him. His gaze rose slowly to the VIP balcony where Julius Caesar stood like a conductor orchestrating the madness he had unleashed.
