THUNDER!!!
The skies above the Third Layer burned like an ancient forge.
Aurora stood amid the storm, her silver hair drenched in the blood of a demi-god.
The air trembled under the weight of her law — {Hold} — chains of celestial light that bound Yester, the bastard son of Zeus.
He bled gold and red, ichor and sin mingling together on the black stone of Hell. The smell of burnt divinity filled the air, sweet and vile.
Each droplet hissed as it touched the scorched ground, searing symbols of broken lineage into the stone.
Atlas watched in silence. His golden eyes mirrored both awe and unease. Every blow Aurora delivered was a hymn of fury, a song that once shook the gates of Heaven. The demi-god screamed, his voice cracked by pain and pride. For the first time in his immortal life, he sounded human.
Thunder groaned across the sky — not the storms of Hell but the pure celestial thunder that only one name could summon. Atlas lifted his head, a smile carving across his lips.
