The sun slowly rose over the sharp mountain tops, its warm light breaking through the remaining fog. Adrian stood at the edge of the camp, gazing out at the horizon as the others gathered their belongings.
The night had been both exhausting and invigorating, and now they prepared to leave the mountains behind.
Hera emerged from the golden tent, her regal demeanour untouched by the rigours of their journey. Her hair shimmered in the morning light, and the satisfied smirk on her face was impossible to miss.
"Ready to move, Champion?" she asked smoothly, her eyes lingering on Adrian.
He nodded, adjusting the straps of his armor. "We've got a long way to Zarpha. Let's not waste time."
The group descended from the mountain trails, their chatter filling the air. Even with the stress of their mission, the goddesses' personalities stood out, making the atmosphere vibrant—though a bit chaotic.
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