Ch. 182: The Aftermath Of The Battle & A Quiet Retreat
The air still smelled of ash and iron, a testament to the battle that had just ended. I looked at the grand hall of Olympus, now a ruin of shattered marble and fractured columns, smoke curling lazily into the sky. The weight of victory pressed heavy on my shoulders, a strange mix of relief and exhaustion.
Around me, my team gathered in varying states of weariness and triumph. Talos stood by my side, her usual steel demeanor softened by the faint smile tugging at her lips. She had earned this victory as much as anyone. I turned to the others, noting their wounds and resolve. It was time to regroup, to leave before the Olympian authorities arrived to claim their victory and probably to cause a ruckus.
Having the battle broadcast live was enough as it was, my part here was now done. I never intended to linger longer or get involved in Olympus.
