The tension in the air was almost palpable as Steve Trevor tried to process the sight of Diana covered in the blood of her enemies and the intimidating presence of Eron beside her. The captain could barely look away from Diana, but the weight of Heron's aura kept him in a state of instinctive alert, like a prey animal before a predator that has decided, for now, not to strike.
— The town... — Steve began, wiping soot from his face and trying to regain his officer's composure. — Vaucresson is just ahead. My platoon was decimated trying to deliver a message. There's something there, a factory... they're creating something that isn't of this world. Gas, fire... something that kills thousands in seconds.
Heron let out a short, dry laugh that made Steve shudder.
— Thousands in seconds? — Eron took a step forward, invading Steve's personal space. — Men have finally learned to imitate the wrath of the gods with metal cans and smoke. Pathetic.
Diana looked at Eron, her eyes glowing with the adrenaline of the battle she had just won.
— If this "fire" can hinder our journey or destroy what we wish to rule, then it must be extinguished, Eron.
Steve, sensing an opening, moved a bit closer to Diana, admiration overflowing in his voice:
— If you help us... if you help us, Diana, we can end this today. I've never seen anyone fight like you. You are... you're a miracle.
Eron observed the spark in Steve's eyes. He saw the lust disguised as gratitude, the common human desire to possess something divine. At any other moment, Eron would have fried the mortal's heart just for the audacity of that look, but he remembered Hippolyta's words. He was the future King. And a King knows when to use a pawn.
— The "miracle" has a name, soldier — Eron interrupted, his voice vibrating like distant thunder. — And she does not belong to this army of yours, made of mud and gunpowder.
He turned to Diana, ignoring Steve as if he were part of the charred landscape.
— We go to this town. I want to see these death machines. If they are worthy, I shall take them. If they are trash, I shall reduce them to ashes along with those who created them.
Steve nodded quickly, still mesmerized by Diana, yet keeping a safe distance from Eron.
— This way. If we're fast, we'll catch the night shift.