(2/2) This is the Bonus Chapter.
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"You know by interfering in this matter, you very well declare betrayal against Olympus's decorum."
Ares's gaze burned crimson as his snare of authority tightened, war-mist coiling thicker around his boots. The ground beneath Manhattan groaned faintly, cracks spider-webbing through asphalt as if the city itself sensed it was standing on a fault line between divine wills.
Artemis did not retreat.
She didn't even tense.
Her bow remained loosely held, string unpulled, posture relaxed to the point of insult. The wind tugged at her mantle again—no, not wind. Something older. Wilder.
"Decorum?" she echoed softly, as if tasting the word. "You mean convenience."
Ares's smile twitched.
"Oh, I mean law," he corrected. "The kind that keeps gods from tearing reality apart whenever they feel personally inconvenienced."
