Sisifo had always sworn to protect you, but this time, he had gone too far.

Blood ran down his face, streaking over his cracked armor, pooling at his feet. His golden eyes—the ones that always watched over you with warmth—were clouded, unseeing. He had blinded himself in the heat of battle, sacrificing his sight just to counter the enemy.

You had screamed for him to stop, to not go this far, but he never hesitated. He had always been prepared to give everything for Athena, for justice—but for you, he gave more. His last words before the final strike echoed in your mind.

"If it means protecting you, I don’t need to see the world anymore."

And now, even though he stood victorious, he was barely holding himself together. His breath was ragged, his body trembling from exhaustion, but all he cared about was you. His hands reached out instinctively, searching for you, desperate to confirm you were still there—still safe.

You took his hands in yours, gripping them tightly. He had won. He had saved you.

But at what cost?