The battlefield had fallen into a stunned silence.
Nobody could quite grasp what had just happened.
Moments ago, Khillea and Hector had been locked in a battle of legends—a clash worthy of the greatest epics. The outcome had seemed inevitable; Khillea had dominated the fight, pushing Hector to his limits, and in the final moments, she had brought him down. Victory was in her grasp.
But then—something struck her.
Something unseen, something terrifying.
Most of the mortals had seen nothing. To them, it was as if an invisible force had intervened, hurling Khillea away like a mere doll before a titan. Only the gods had perceived it—an icy aura, faster than the wind, had surged across the battlefield and struck Khillea with overwhelming force.
And then, an enormous wall of ice had erupted from the ground, severing the Greeks from their fallen foe. Hector and the mysterious presence behind the freezing mist had vanished beyond it.
