She could hear the laughter and chatting ahead of them gradually diminish as, it seemed, the gods and goddesses noticed the intruders' presence. There was tension building in the air, mostly from her allies behind her, all of them anticipating the confrontation. Dahlia hadn't thought of what she was going to say, nor how she was going to act, but she felt strangely calm. She felt guided by Persephone, her memories of Kore's, and all her past lives, like ghosts following in her wake. This should have been the most nerve-wracking confrontation and yet, compared to facing Demeter minutes ago, she felt incredibly composed and serene.
They set foot on the first steps of a row of stairs that was going up, and she heard Clara groan something about the physical exercise. Indeed, it looked like a
