Ch. 160: The Silent Strike
The big day had finally come.
The banners and posters filled the streets of Olympus, showcasing Apollo's latest brand, with Pandora's face at its forefront. Her haunting beauty was both a lure and a warning— a reminder of the danger that lay ahead. News channels buzzed with excitement, and the city hummed with activity.
I sat in the back of a sleek black SUV, its tinted windows shielding me from the prying eyes of the press and the unsuspecting public. The air inside was tense; every breath felt heavy with the weight of what was to come. Talos sat beside me, her fingers tapping a rhythmic pattern against her thigh. She didn't speak, but her presence was grounding— a reminder that I wasn't alone in this fight.
