Athena's pov
Reality crashed back.
Athena's eyes flew open—and this time they weren't just her eyes.
They were the Moon's.
Silver-white light poured from her irises like streams of wild rivers, illuminating the dark chamber where her body had been laid.
The king's spell cracked visibly in the air around her like shattering glass. His face, smug a second ago, now twisted in confusion—and fear.
Lucas flinched where he stood, torn between relief and horror.
And Athena?
She smiled.
It wasn't gentle.
It wasn't kind.
It was powerful.
And the storm was just beginning.
Moonlight Unleashed
The room was too small to contain her rage.
Power built beneath her skin, ancient and wild, older than any crown or kingdom. The silver light pouring from Athena's eyes wasn't just light—it was a memory made real, the echo of a goddess remembering herself after too long spent asleep.
The king's confident smile faltered as he stepped back. "What are you—?"
