Hermes slowly lifted his head, eyes locking onto Kael—unblinking, calm. His expression went black, but Kael could tell he was burning with fury.
Gold light flowed through his body like veins toward his arms, slowly forming a pair of twin golden blades on his palms. It radiated his own power—and the blessing from Zeus.
The blades let out a subtle hum, making his vision waver.
The sound wasn't loud… but it cut through the air like a ripple in glass.
Even the dust around Hermes began to rise, trembling, drawn toward the light like it was being pulled into something divine.
Then the wings on his back disappeared.
But the wings on his sandals began to flap—faster, sharper—kicking up bursts of wind.
Dust rose around his feet.
In an instant, he became a blur of light.
And then—he was everywhere.
He reappeared all around Kael, shifting from one position to the next with impossible speed. A flash to the left. Then behind. Above. Below.
Kael's eyes could barely keep up.
