"I want the Greeks to lose in the most humiliating and painful way possible."
Apollo's smile grew broader at Nathan's words, and for once, the god of light knew he was in the presence of a kindred spirit—or perhaps, a formidable ally. He could see it in Nathan's icy gaze, a simmering dislike that edged into something darker. Though that seething hatred seemed especially reserved for Ajax and Agamemnon, Apollo knew it could easily extend to all those Greeks too.
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.
