"Do you really think it's over, Nate?"
The voice that echoed through the abyss was sultry and laced with an almost teasing amusement. The Dark Goddess stood before Nathan, her lips curled into a knowing smile, her piercing eyes gleaming with mischief and something else—something unreadable. In the void where Nathan now found himself, time and space felt warped, stretched thin like fragile silk. The sensation was eerie, yet strangely familiar.
"It is," Nathan murmured, his voice carrying the weight of finality. "My body is gone—reduced to nothing but ashes. I pushed myself beyond my limits. Khione and Aphrodite both warned me, yet I ignored them. I did it anyway."
The Dark Goddess tilted her head, her dark tresses cascading over her shoulder like a curtain of midnight. "You lost your temper."
