"Now that your great enemy is dead," Khione asked softly, her voice echoing through the endless expanse of her domain, "are you finally leaving?"
Nathan found himself, once again, standing within her dimension.
It was a place unlike any other—an isolated fragment of existence shaped by Khione's will, suspended between reality and divinity. The air shimmered with cold brilliance, saturated with magic so dense it felt almost tangible against the skin. Every breath carried traces of divine power, subtle yet overwhelming, like standing too close to a raging blizzard frozen in time.
He hadn't been able to visit often.
Part of it was his relentless schedule, the endless battles, schemes, and obligations that came with the Gladiator Tournament and his plans to overthrow Julius Caesar. But that wasn't the true reason. The real reason was far more dangerous.
Nathan was being watched.
