Transcendent Odyssey [Coffeepen]

PREVIOUSLY-

The mob didn’t wait for a second invitation.

They ran.

All of them.

In the temple’s shadow, Sigmund turned to Nyx.

"He’s getting dramatic."

"Prr—He’s earned it."

--x---

A FEW DAYS LATER-

The war chamber stank of steel, blood, and old fire. Emberlight flickered across the obsidian walls, casting long shadows behind Ares and his chosen few.

He stood shirtless beneath the great iron war-mask mounted above the hearth, arms crossed, the cords of his neck tensed like drawn chains. A crack of distant thunder framed his words.

"She’s alive,"