The whole school went quiet, staring at the demigod who just appeared out of nowhere. He was someone every demigod admired. Someone they all wanted to be like.
So he wasn't surprised when they all went silent.
So he spoke to break the silence, his voice low and edged with disappointment.
"What are you fools doing?"
"Show some respect."
"It's a god."
"Kneel, students."
Their heads bowed one by one as Hercules walked past them through the center of the courtyard, each step heavy, deliberate—towering over everyone like a statue carved from greatness itself.
A second later, the massive lion dropped behind him with a heavy thud, its golden eyes locked onto Kael. It was quiet. Still. And just as threatening.
Their eyes locked into him, like hunters sizing up prey before striking.
"Hello, cousin," Hercules said, his voice deep—calm, but charged with power, like the rumble before a storm.
