Legions of the Gods.

Legions of the Gods. Chapter 2: Prophecy is only a Caution to your choices.

[Outside, the Athena Legion's mansion exuded a quiet strength, fitting for a place that housed Elyngard's finest warriors. Nestled on the edge of a cliff overlooking the city of Elyngard, the sprawling estate stood against the backdrop of dense emerald woods, their towering trees standing guard over the grounds. The mansion itself was a grand yet rugged structure, crafted from stone and dark wood that seemed to blend naturally with its surroundings, as if it had risen from the earth rather than been built atop it.

A wide cobblestone path led to the grand arched entrance, lined with statues of ancient heroes, each one a silent reminder of the legacy the Athena Legion upheld. The front of the mansion was framed by climbing ivy and vibrant wildflowers, softening its imposing exterior with splashes of color that danced in the breeze. Tall windows reflected the setting sun, casting a warm, amber glow across the walls, making the mansion seem both welcoming and formidable.

From here, one could hear the distant rush of the waterfalls, a reminder of the ever-present power of nature and the precarious balance the Legion kept. Hidden within the quiet beauty was an edge of readiness, as if the mansion itself was bracing for the inevitable battles to come. And from its watchtower, one could see nearly all of Elyngard below—a vantage point that offered not just a view but a silent promise of protection to the city that depended on them.

Inside, Lied Athena's fierce expression told Dante everything he needed to know about the trials awaiting them.

She stood in the center of the room, her arms crossed, eyes narrowed in contemplation. Dante knew that look—it meant she wasn't pleased, and right now, he didn't need her anger. Not after the fight with Quinzel. Not after knowing Freya would undoubtedly seek retaliation.]

Dante broke the silence first. "I know you're mad about Quinzel, but—"

"Mad?" Athena's voice was calm, but the sharp edge of it made Dante tense. "You're aware that your fight has now involved the Freya Legion, right? She won't just sit by."

Dante scratched the back of his neck, trying for a smile. "Freya's bark is worse than her bite."

Athena's gaze was icy. "That's what concerns me, Dante. Freya is not one to forget slights. There will be consequences."

Lina, standing quietly at Dante's side, hesitated before stepping forward. "Athena, I know this is a bad time, but I... I wanted to ask for your help."

Athena shifted her attention to the girl. "Lina, isn't it?" Her eyes softened. "What could be so pressing that it needs attention now?"

Lina took a deep breath. "I... I want to be free from my family."

Athena raised an eyebrow. "The Everharts? Why would you want to leave them? They're one of the most powerful families in Asgardis."

Lina glanced at Dante, who nodded for her to continue. "After my mother's death... things got worse. My father—he's changed. The whole family is in shambles, controlled by fear and Odin's influence. I can't stay there."

Athena's expression shifted, her brow furrowing. "Odin...?" The name alone made her uneasy. The Aesir had always been distant, but if they were meddling with the Everharts...

Lina nodded. "I don't know all the details, but I've overheard Odin mention Heimdall has a weakness. Something we could use."

Athena was silent for a moment, processing. "Heimdall?" She looked skeptical. "Even if that were true, do you realize the risk? Taking on someone as powerful as Heimdall, let alone the entire Aesir. would be suicide. Elyngard itself would be at stake."

"But-" Lina was about to speak. However-

"If you mess with one. You mess with all of them." Athena assures her, the look in her eyes don't fail her voice.