Chapter 141
That morning, Anastasia was tucked away in the training room with Atlas and Zaya. Her fingers curled around the trident as she took a heavy breath, trying to shake the events of the previous day. She had fought a god, and instead of being struck down by the usual thunder, he had crumbled into dust. No storm. No warning. Just turned into dust.
She thought of the woman she had healed. After Anastasia had saved her, the woman had looked at her with widened, grateful eyes and addressed her as "Milady." The title made her feel uncomfortable. But it was the way the woman had said it, as if she was someone important.
"Now," Atlas said, pulling her out of her thoughts.
Anastasia spun, throwing the trident, listening to the light sound as it tore through the air, only for it to be caught by Zaya. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at her.
Zaya stood there, holding the trident, a smile playing on her lips.