In the dimly lit chamber, the air thick with the scent of incense and parchment, Hecate leaned back in her chair.
The flickering glow of braziers illuminated the shelves stacked with grimoires, scrolls, and strange artifacts.
Across from her, the Titan of Justice, Themis sat with a regal stillness, her posture unbending, blindfold veiling her eyes but not the intensity of her presence.
"I have endured enough silence under Olympus. Their hands weigh too heavily on me, and my scales are chained. Here, I will no longer tolerate corruption. I wish to bring justice to the souls who arrive, to judge them without bias, without Zeus' meddling." She spoke. Her voice carried an unshakable resolve as she repeated her decision.
Hecate studied her carefully. She could sense the conviction; it wasn't a fleeting rebellion, but a lifelong frustration finally breaking free.
