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Atalanta met her glare evenly, her voice steady. "It's simply advice. I've crossed paths with Achilles before. He's no ordinary man, and I doubt even Hector would stand a chance against him."

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Fantasy · Juan_Tenorio

Their communication was as covert as it was precious. During the frenzy of battle, Nathan would occasionally approach her, seemingly engaging her in combat, though their swords barely touched. In those brief, adrenaline-charged moments, they would exchange whispers, sharing intelligence and words of comfort. These fleeting exchanges were all Aisha needed. Though the moments were rare and hurried, each one lingered in her heart. They would share information on Greek movements, trade knowing glances, and, when the chaos around them permitted, a swift, stolen kiss—fleeting but filled with the passion and reassurance they both craved.

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Fantasy · Juan_Tenorio

"Gahahah! A bunch of ants!" Aidan's laughter boomed across the battlefield, cutting through the clash of metal and the cries of the fallen. Not far from where Jason and Siara fought, Aidan tore through Trojan ranks like a madman, his massive sword cleaving through one soldier after another. Unlike Siara, Aidan had abandoned any hesitation about killing long ago. His eyes glinted with a feral rage, a thirst for blood fed by more than just the demands of war. The humiliation he'd suffered in Lyrnessus at the hands of its prince still burned within him, festering like a wound. Here, he sought retribution, eager to reclaim his pride by channeling his fury into the Trojans who dared to stand in his path.

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"Siara!" Jason shouted, his voice straining as he blocked the Trojan's blade with a practiced, powerful parry. He spun, only to see three more soldiers charging toward him, their expressions filled with bloodlust. In the two months of battle, the Trojans had taken careful note of the most dangerous individuals in the Greek ranks—those they must either kill or avoid. Jason Spencer, known as the Hero of Light, stood high on that list. Though he wasn't as feared as the mighty Greek kings, he was nonetheless a force to be reckoned with.

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Fantasy · Juan_Tenorio

"Really, brother?" The voice was smooth yet edged with irritation, and Apollo felt his stomach sink slightly. It was Artemis, goddess of the hunt and his twin sister, her arms crossed as she glared at him. Though seemingly shorter and even younger than Nathan, her presence seemed to fill the space around her.

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Fantasy · Juan_Tenorio

"I may be a god," he said slowly, "but what you're asking me to do would mean defying death and time itself." His voice was unusually cautious, each word weighed as though it might tip some cosmic scale.

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Fantasy · Juan_Tenorio

"I'm dying," Nathan said calmly, his voice resolute but laced with a weariness that spoke of countless battles waged against this inevitable fate. "At best, I have a week, maybe just a few days."

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Fantasy · Juan_Tenorio

But none of this interested Nathan. Instead, he lifted his arm and rolled back his sleeve, revealing wounds laced with ominous black lines snaking up his skin.

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Fantasy · Juan_Tenorio

This disdain was genuine; Apollo could sense the truth in it, and he relished the opportunity. With Heiron, he might just have found a trump card against the Greeks, one that not even Athena or Hera had foreseen. But there was still one crucial step left. If he wanted Heiron's full cooperation, Apollo needed to offer him something first, a favor so grand that it would bind the mortal's loyalty to him.

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Fantasy · Juan_Tenorio