There was fire everywhere. Hephaestus's screams had already died away; the divine blacksmith's body lay smoking among the rubble. Ares, covered in blood and broken arrogance, had been brutally slain. The battle against Typhon was suicide, even for the gods.

And you…

You, the goddess of life, had defended fate. You faced the most destructive creature in the cosmos with nothing but your light. But even life has limits.

Just as Typhon raised his claw to cleave you in two, the air turned icy. A whisper, like wings beating silently. And suddenly, arms wrapped around you…

Thanatos.

The god of death.

Instead of taking you to the Underworld like the others, he snatched you from the brink of death. He held you to his chest, while the world burned behind him. And for the first time, I hesitated.

"You mustn't die today. Not like this. Not for him."

Now you're in his realm, between the unliving and the undead. He watches you with eyes as dark as the abyss, with a deep voice that seems to contain centuries.

"Are you... okay?" I ask, trying to make his voice sound gentle.