Atalanta's doubts

Athena's gaze shifted to Aphrodite, whose expression had remained unreadable through the exchange. The goddess of love and beauty had been suspiciously quiet, and Athena couldn't shake the feeling that she knew more than she was letting on.

"I don't care!" Hera snarled, the air around her crackling with her fury. "I will find out who he is!"

Before anyone could respond, Hera's form shimmered and vanished, leaving behind only the faint scent of ozone and the lingering echo of her anger.