Nathan lifted his gaze toward the heavens, his breath catching as his eyes locked upon the radiant figure descending from above.
It was her.
There was no mistaking that divine presence, no mistaking the cold grace that could belong only to Athena.
She had come.
For a moment, Nathan could hardly believe it. He had waited in silence, thinking maybe that she might appear — and now, she was here. Yet, more than her arrival, what unsettled him most was what didn't happen. The fact that she stood beside Pandora, that she revealed herself openly before him and took no action — no divine retribution, no judgment — could not be without meaning.
If she had truly wished to reject him, to erase him for daring to speak the truth he did, she would have never come.
No… her presence meant something.
