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The gates of Olympus loomed high above Nikolas, their golden edges shimmering with the light of the divine. The air was thick with power, the very essence of the gods radiating from the marble halls and crystalline towers beyond. Yet Nikolas stood unshaken, his grip on the hilt of his blade firm, his heart pounding with the fury of a man wronged by those who deemed themselves untouchable.
Behind him stood his children, their faces resolute despite the fear that lingered in their eyes. Mortals with divine abilities, cursed yet powerful, they were united in their father's quest for vengeance. Aphrodite stood at his side, her once-glowing aura dimmed by the weight of what was to come. Her beauty was undiminished, but her heart was heavy. This was madness, and yet she could not abandon Nikolas—not now, not ever.
