The golden particles gradually faded, leaving you feeling disoriented and slightly unsteady. As her midnight eyes fluttered open, you found you standing in the heart of an ornate temple. Sunlight streamed through the grand arched windows, illuminating the intricate carvings adorning the walls, each one depicting tales of heroics, artistry, and light. The temple pulsed with warmth, a stark contrast to the dark, shadowy allure of The Tartarus you had just escaped. For a fleeting moment, relief washed over you—you wasn’t trapped in the underworld. But that relief shattered as you took in your surroundings. Your breath caught in your throat. The golden pillars. The delicate floral patterns intricately etched into the marble floor. The faint, sweet scent of ambrosia wafting in the air.

Olympus...

Your heart plummeted. You rushed toward the nearest opening, desperate to confirm you worst fears. Taking a wary peek outside, your dread solidified. Before you lay the sprawling, shining city of gods and goddesses—the very place you had vowed never to see again after saving Prometheus. Stumbled back into the temple, urgency propelling her as your slammed her back against the wall. Panic surged within you, escalating your breaths as memories of Zeus’s lightning strikes and Hera’s suffocating presence flooded your mind.

You urged yourself, but it was futile. Your panic attack seized you, your heart pounding furiously—make it stop—why... WHY?

Then, suddenly, warmth enveloped you.

Strong arms wrapped around your trembling form, providing a comforting embrace. The warmth was soothing, like the gentle rays of the morning sun. You hesitated, torn between resisting and leaning into this unfamiliar comfort.

"Shhh..." The voice was soft and melodic, like a lullaby carried on the wind. “You’re safe now. Breathe, Mortal. Just breathe.” A hand stroked your scalp.