Across the battlefield, two other goddesses stood in silent vigil over the Greek forces. Athena, the wise and composed goddess of strategy, watched with a calm, unblinking focus. But beside her, Hera fidgeted, a scowl darkening her face as she observed the growing momentum of Troy's defenders. Her gaze kept falling back to Hector, Troy's unbreakable spirit, as he cut through the Greeks like a force of nature.
Hector was stealing the light, and Hera, ever resentful, could barely contain her displeasure.
It should have been Achilles dominating the battlefield, his prowess and rage unmatched as the Greeks pushed forward. Yet, Achilles seemed indifferent, as though the thrill of bloodshed and glory no longer called to her with the same ferocity—or perhaps she was waiting, biding his time, for reasons only she understood. For now, she stood and fight back.