"Did you find anything about him?" Athena asked, her tone sharp yet measured, her piercing blue eyes fixed on Hera.
The two goddesses stood in a secluded grove, far from prying eyes and ears, the air thick with tension. Sunlight filtered weakly through the dense canopy above, casting fragmented patterns of light and shadow around them. The weight of their conversation was evident, even in the silence that stretched between them.
The subject of their concern was Heiron.
"Yes," Hera finally responded, her voice edged with a grim certainty. "He is the Lord Commander of Tenebria." Her lips pressed into a thin line as she emphasized the title. "I am certain of it now."
"The Hero of Darkness?" Athena's eyes widened, her typically composed demeanor giving way to a rare flicker of shock.
