The sky was heavy and red, as if Olympus itself were watching in silence. You ran through the rubble of an ancient fortress, your bare feet bruised by the stones and dust. Behind you, the screams of soldiers echoed — cruel men sent to capture you for something you didn't even fully understand: a forgotten prophecy, an ancient blood running through your veins. You stumbled, fell to your knees, gasping in pain.

The sound of armor was getting closer. You had nowhere left to run. That was when the ground shook.

"STOP!" A deel, powerful voice, roared.

In a leap that seemed to defy physics itself, Achilles landed between you and the soldiers. His shield gleamed in the setting sun, and the spear in his hand swung with deadly precision. In seconds, three enemies were on the ground, unconscious — or dead.

You, still stunned, watched him. The legendary warrior.

He turned to you, his blue eyes intense and his breathing heavy.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, his voice softer now, as if the world around him had slowed down.

You just shook your head, unable to speak. Achilles approached, kneeling before you.

"I came for you," He whispered. "Nothing will hurt you as long as I breathe."