▃▃▃ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴏᴏʟ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀᴅ-ᴊ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴡᴏʀᴅ
▃▃ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1 ▃▃ In which the only daughter of Persephone sneaks on a quest to see the world for the first time since she's been at camp. The daughter of wisdom...
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Elara's tears cascaded onto Lysander's lifeless body, her heart shattering with every passing second. She struggled to breathe through the overwhelming pain, the world around her dissolving into a blur of grief and despair.
Annabeth watched her, eyes filled with sympathy.
Atlas stood a few feet away, his cruel laughter slicing through the silence. "He was weak minded, a coward" he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "Did you really think you could protect him? You're just as weak as he was."
Elara's eyes suddenly glowed an intense white, and dark shadows began to swirl from her hands, pulsating with raw power. "Don't you dare talk about him like that," she growled, her voice raw with emotion.
Annabeth stepped back, watching in awe as Elara's powers manifested, the air around them crackling with energy.
Elara wanted Atlas to feel the pain she was in. Her heart ached with the loss of her brother, and the cruel words of Atlas only deepened her resolve. Every step she took towards Atlas was fueled by a burning desire for vengeance. She imagined the moment when she would finally confront him, the fear in his eyes as he realized the wrath he had unleashed.
Elara knew that she would make him suffer, and she wouldn't stop until he begged for mercy.
The necklace that put a hold on her powers broke and fell on the ground.
Elara's eyes glowed a fierce white as she summoned her powers. From the Stygian iron ring on her finger, a sword materialized in her hand, its dark blade shimmering with an otherworldly light. The sword seemed to absorb the ambient light, casting an eerie darkness around her. Atlas's eyes widened in surprise as she advanced, her movements swift and deadly.
"You think you can defeat me?" Atlas sneered, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
Elara didn't respond with words. Instead, she lunged, her sword clashing against his. The force of her attack pushed him back, and he struggled to keep up with her relentless assault. She spun and struck, her blade slicing through the air with precision. Atlas parried, but the sheer power behind her strikes was overwhelming.
"You're stronger than I expected," Atlas admitted, gritting his teeth as he blocked another blow.
Elara's eyes narrowed. "You haven't seen anything yet."
With a swift move, she grabbed his arm, her shadow powers surging through her fingertips. Tendrils of darkness snaked from her hand, wrapping around Atlas's arm like living shadows. Atlas gasped as his veins turned black and his skin began to crack, the dark energy spreading like a poison. He tried to pull away, but Elara's grip was unrelenting.
