Moments ago…
Parker stood still in his bedroom, one hand tucked into the pocket of his coat, the other resting lightly against the glass as he looked out over the estate. The Earth's chaos felt lightyears away. Below, through the spreading dusk, the front gates of the estate had opened wide—and the Origin Families had begun to arrive.
Their presence was thunder without sound.
But Parker's mind wasn't on them.
"How's it?" he asked, his voice calm—transmitted in a quiet mental ripple that only one could hear.
A voice answered instantly, smooth as silk and impossibly sweet.
"It's as you planned, honey," she whispered back, warm and teasing, but grounded. "When you killed his son, the entire divine plane went into panic. The Big Three vanished—probably into hiding or planning something deeper. Most of the Olympians split off to hunt for leads. Even the Champions have been put on pause."
Parker nodded slightly, his expression unreadable.
"Hera and Apollo?"
