Chapter 82

** Shadows of the Forgotten**

The world around them was silent, an unending expanse of darkness punctuated by distant whispers, like faint echoes that drifted in and out of reach. Athena gripped Lucifer's hand tightly, feeling the cold press of an otherworldly energy wrap around her. The park, the city—all of it was gone. Here, they were in the place that held fragments of her forgotten memories, the memories she had longed to understand.

"Where are we?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper, afraid that the shadows would consume the sound.

"This is the boundary between the mortal realm and my world," Lucifer replied, his tone steady yet tinged with caution. "It's a place where memories are guarded, especially those too powerful or dangerous for the living."