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"I'm sorry, Father." Alexios's voice trembled. However, Ares cut him off, stepping closer with controlled intensity. His hands landed on Alexios's shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric, as his gaze bore into our son's eyes, demanding an explanation. My heart clenched, fingers tightening around the edge of my robe, my own anxiety threatening to bubble over.
"Alafia, Father. She's silver," Alexios choked out, the words ringing with a gravity that seemed to pull the air from the room. Ares froze, his expression shifting to one I couldn’t decipher but made me shiver, and his body tensed as if struck by a shockwave. Just then, an icy aura swept through the room, freezing even the breath in my lungs. And before I could react or form words, a scream tore fr
