Ch. 179: The End Of Pandora (Hera's POV)
A storm brewed in the heavens as I tightened my grip around Pandora's fragile neck, the veins of black amber coursing under her skin illuminating faintly against the darkened sky. Her once imposing aura had crumbled like ash in the wind. This vessel, this abomination, had dared to challenge us gods— me, no less. She was a mockery, a hollow force trying to emulate power it could never truly wield. My fingers twitched as her trembling body hung in my grasp.
"Hephaestus," I said slowly, without glancing at him. My voice carried a note of boredom, though I was anything but that. "You should tread carefully when interrupting me. It rarely ends well."
