Two Weeks Later — Mount Dikti, Peak of Clouds
The war was over. The Titans were sealed, the battlefield silent, and the scars of the world had begun to heal.
And for two weeks, Zeus hadn't touched his armor once.
Instead, he stayed here—on the quiet peak of Dikti—with Metis.
Sometimes talking. Sometimes walking. Sometimes just sitting in silence while clouds rolled below their feet. The storm had left his veins, and in its place was a strange new calm.
She made that possible.
Metis—clever, quiet, sharp in mind but soft in voice. She didn't treat him like a god. She didn't even treat him like a king. She just looked at him the same way before and after he'd taken down Cronus.
It made him breathe easier.
But not everyone liked that.
Elsewhere, Beneath the Olive Shrine – Hera
Hera's hand hovered over a bowl of sacred water. Her fingers traced the surface slowly, stirring the reflection until it cleared and showed Metis's face.
She wasn't glaring.
She wasn't fuming.
