Aftermath—Beyond the Mortal Veil

The gods had seen death more times than they could count. Hell, some of them designed the very concept of it. Mortals lived, mortals died—it was as inevitable as the sun rising. A single man's death? Pfft. Less than dust in the wind. But this one? This one had served his purpose. A disposable pawn, nudged by Apollo's hand to provoke Parker. A test.

And the results were... well. Interesting.

"He didn't hide it," Athena muttered, arms crossed, golden eyes flickering as she replayed the moment of the kill in her mind. "If he was the cause of the gaps in our vision, we wouldn't have seen it—his kill and awakening of this power!"

Apollo exhaled, rubbing his temple. "Which means the gaps aren't coming from him… but something around him."

"Or someone," Hermes mused, lounging back like this was some drama flick playing out in real-time. "Maybe it's Ere. That little shit moved, and we still didn't see her."