The amulet’s pulse was a direct electric shock to my palm.
They weren’t in mortal danger, but they were in a situation that required divine intervention.
Without losing a second, I transformed into a golden bolt of lightning and crossed the horizon to the exact point of the signal.
They were in the Valley of Mists, a terrain that seemed straight out of an ancient nightmare.
There, the three of them faced a Lernaean Hydra, a beast whose regenerative heads rendered any physical attack useless.
Hera was leading the charge, trying to encircle the creature, while Demeter and Hestia attempted to hold back its attacks.
I didn’t intervene immediately.
I observed from a high cloud, hidden by the storm I myself had conjured.
“It’s useless!” Hera shouted, dodging an attack that shattered a boulder.
“Every time we cut one, two grow back!”
“We have to find a way to attack the core!” “—Demeter answered, though fatigue was beginning to show in her movements.
Hestia, instead of attacking, closed her eyes.
For a moment, she stopped fighting and focused on the fire burning in her hands.
“Seek, Hestia,” I thought from above.
“The flame doesn’t seek flesh, it seeks essence.”
Suddenly, a faint light emerged from a crack in the mountain, just behind the Hydra.
The mirror’s energy began to vibrate, revealing the creature’s hidden weaknesses: points of light where regeneration stopped.
I subtly lowered my presence, channeling a thread of my power toward them.
“Hera, look to the left,” I whispered, using a voice trick that seemed to emanate from her own consciousness.
Hera turned.
Her eyes met the gleam of the Mirror of Fate.
Upon seeing it, she saw not only the artifact; she saw the Hydra’s energy flow.
Her expression shifted from frustration to a chilling, authoritative understanding.
“Demeter, Hestia, now!” Hera commanded, her voice no longer that of a sister, but of a queen.
“Attack the points marked by the reflections!”
Demeter, sensing the connection to the valley floor, caused roots to sprout, immobilizing the beast’s heads.
Hestia, tapping into the power of the Flame of Oblivion that was beginning to awaken within her, unleashed a white fire that didn’t burn the skin, but erased the Hydra’s regenerative abilities.
The battle ended in seconds.
With a final, coordinated blow, the creature crumbled, turning into stardust.
Hera approached the Mirror of Destiny.
As her fingers touched the frame, a shockwave of knowledge rippled through the valley.
She looked up at the sky, knowing I was there. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
She didn’t call to me; she just gave me a smile filled with an ambition that hadn’t been there before.
“It seems my training has paid off,” I said, slowly descending in front of them.
Hestia held a small flame that danced in her palm without consuming anything around it.
Demeter had a withered flower that had revived at the touch of her energy.
And Hera, with the mirror in her hand, looked at me as if she were reading my mind.
“Have you been watching us?” Hera asked, approaching me without fear.
“I’ve been making sure their weapons were sharp,” I replied.
“Cronus won’t fall with stones and sticks. Now they have the beginning of his power.”
“This is only the beginning, isn’t it?” Hestia said, looking at her new flame with a mixture of respect and fear.
“This is the beginning of the end for the old world,” I nodded, glancing in the direction where Cronos’s throne lay hidden.
“Tomorrow, each of you will understand what it truly means to be a goddess of the new order. But today… today you have survived your first real challenge.”
I embraced them, feeling the adrenaline still coursing through their veins.
The spark was ignited.
Now, all that remained was for ambition to consume them completely.