Lucy felt a sharp jolt run through her mind when the voice echoed within her. "My ancestor... the great Olympus?" Her thoughts whirled as she tried to make sense of it. "I don't remember any ancestor named Olympus," she said, her voice tinged with skepticism.
[Of course you wouldn't,] the voice replied with a smug, almost mocking tone. [I'm far older and far greater than you or any of your ancestors could comprehend.]
The voice paused for dramatic effect before continuing, [But let me save you some time—you'd better choose Roxana.]
Lucy's cold composure faltered just a bit as surprise flashed in her eyes. "Why Roxana?" she asked, her voice cautious, yet still controlled.
The voice let out a small, condescending laugh. [Oh, come on, are you seriously asking? She's the youngest elder, and yet the strongest. Her power mirrors yours—only she can help you unlock your full potential.]
The voice took on a casual, almost dismissive tone. [You don't need anyone else. Trust me on this.]
