Mors stood there for a few moments, before quietly offering, "You should get up and drink some water. You've pushed yourself too hard."
Athena opened her eyes slowly, nodding in agreement. "I know," she replied softly. "I just need a moment."
Mors nodded, understanding her need for rest. He offered her the water, and she took it gratefully, drinking in silence as the world around them felt still for just a moment.
But even in the quiet, the eyes of millions were on them, watching, judging, fascinated by their every move.
By the afternoon, Athena and Mors stood on a gently elevated slope near the beach, surveying the area they had chosen for their shelter.
The spot was high enough to escape the reach of high tides and offered firm soil, perfect for constructing a sturdy hut.
The shade from nearby trees added a layer of comfort, while the salty breeze from the ocean carried a hint of freshness.
