"Breath Hermione, Breath." Ezli whispers. Everything seeming fuzzy, Athena crying in Adonis' arms while Dad hover panicking, against Ares body on the marble.

"Do not fret. He needs you, they all need you. Tell them to hold hands with you, making a close circle around Ares. Lead them to chant these words, you all are spiritual beings: jumanatel extolio turu vashi diomo ...There's no force stronger than the force of love." Ezli utters. It felt like she had become a new being entirely, like we had just awaken from a deep slumber.

I stand to feet slowly as sparks of electrifying waves erupts through my finger, ascending swiftly to my...