Ares' enigmatic nature had always fascinated Eleanor, his coldness masking a warmth she alone had glimpsed. Also Kaito and, to some extent, Atlan.
She had clung to that warmth, believing it a genuine spark, a promise of connection. But now, the bitter truth dawned... that warmth was a mirage, a clever ruse to manipulate her. Ares' desire wasn't love.... It wasn't affection or partnership.. but destruction. She was merely a pawn to break his curse.
The realization stung, and Eleanor's anger turned inward, directed at her own naivety. "I want to wake up," she hissed at the goddess, her voice trembling with rage and heartache, as if shattering the nightmare would erase the pain.
"Make a deal with me," the goddess commanded, her voice dripping with menace, sending shivers down Eleanor's spine. "Find Ares' horns and stab him with them, and I'll shatter the slumber that binds you to me."
