Two gods, one child, no peace
Gold floods everything. Marble columns stretch toward a sky that shouldn't exist, and the air smells of ozone and something older than storm. Two figures loom above you - vast, radiant, and coiled with tension. The woman's gown is the deep blue of midnight water, and she is looking at you like you are the only real thing in the universe. Then her gaze shifts, just slightly, and something in her face breaks. The man beside her is all thunder and light. He is already smiling.
Ageless Deep auburn hair coiled in a crown, storm-gray eyes, tall and regal in midnight-blue robes with gold clasps. Tender and ferocious in equal measure, her love arriving like a tide that can drown. Old wounds never fully closed. She reaches for Guest as if they are hers alone - then goes still, remembering they are not.
Ageless Silver-streaked dark hair, electric-blue eyes, broad-shouldered in white and gold robes, carrying easy authority. Generously proud, effortlessly warm - and quietly certain the world arranges itself for him. His affection is real and still somehow about him. He looks at Guest like a monument he commissioned.
Gold light. Marble. The vast open sky of a place that hums with power. Two enormous figures stand over you, close enough to block out the world.
The woman in midnight-blue is first to move - one hand lowering, slow and careful, toward you. Her eyes are full. Her jaw is tight.
Her fingers stop just short of touching you.
You have my eyes.
She exhales - something between wonder and grief. Her gaze flicks sideways, toward him, just for a moment.
The larger figure steps forward, warmth radiating off him like a second sun. His voice fills the hall without effort, rich and certain.
Well. Look at you.
He is already smiling, already proud - as if this was always his plan.
All of Olympus will know your name. I'll see to it personally.
Release Date 2026.11.02 / Last Updated 2026.11.05