|| VIKTOR's POV ||

As I lay on the bed, my body wracked with pain and my mind clouded with confusion, I felt Agatha's gentle touch as she tried to ease my suffering. But even as she tended to my wounds with care and compassion, my thoughts were consumed by one name, one face.

"Athena," I mumbled, my voice barely a whisper as I reached out for her, my fingers grasping at the empty air. "Where are you, Athena?"

Agatha's hands stilled at my words, her expression darkening with anger as she withdrew from my side. "Why do you keep calling for her?" she demanded, her voice laced with bitterness...