Eleanor's eyes fluttered open, and she found herself sitting on a massive wooden log in the heart of the woods. Before her, a vivid scene unfolded – a memory...
She saw herself standing alongside Ares, tears streaming down her face as he spoke with urgency and conviction. His words poured out like a promise. 'You are my wife, Eleanor. I will practically burn the world for you if you just say the word.'
The scene was eerily familiar – the time Morana's words had shattered Eleanor's trust. The time she'd discovered Ares's supposed lie.
Morana's voice echoed in Eleanor's mind. 'Have you ever stopped to consider why you were betrothed to a being like Ares?' The memory of Morana's sly smile resurfaced, followed by her chilling words. 'You will betray him, making him feel the agony he's inflicted on you when he kept that secret from you– but worse.'
