Enough pretense...

Marcus's voice echoed through the chamber, laden with malice. "Take them to the lower chambers. Let them see what awaits them." He turned on his heel and headed for his throne at the extreme end of the chamber.

The guards moved in, tightening their grip on Adrian and the goddesses.

Adrian turned his head slightly, locking eyes with Hera, who gave a subtle nod. It was all they needed.

In a synchronized burst of energy, the goddesses broke free from their restraints. Their combined powers surged, shattering the suppressive bindings that had held them. The explosion of light and fire startled the guards, sending several stumbling backwards.

Marcus, seated on his throne, leaned back with a satisfied smirk. "I was wondering how long you'd pretend to be helpless. You didn't disappoint."