Nox stood in the endless, white void of Athena's Logos, a dimension of pure thought.
"Welcome to my sanctum, Nox," Athena's voice echoed. "Here, your physical strength is irrelevant. Here, we battle with the mind."
A massive, intricate sphere of interlocking golden rings covered in glowing runes materialized in front of him.
"This is the 'Aegis of Order'," Athena's voice explained. "The conceptual heart of my father's rule. To defeat me, you must solve it. Find the single, logical flaw in the heart of his tyranny."
Nox just stared at the impossible, shifting puzzle. 'This is stupid. I'm not a philosopher. I'm a brawler. Playing her game is inefficient.'
He didn't try to touch the puzzle. He closed his eyes and reached out with his core, touching the fabric of this mental world with the essence of his own void. He felt the flow of her logic, the structure of her mental world. It was beautiful, perfect, and it had a flaw. Not a logical one, a structural one.
