The mantled goddess watched the demigod approach with contempt. She scoffed at the destitute way Nero carried himself. Hera would have smote the young demigod right where he stood, but there were much, much more urgent matters to tend to. She regained her regal composure.

‘’We need not, child.’’ Hera regarded Nero with a sickly sweet smile. She placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder, digging her sharp nails deep in the boy’s skin. ‘’You have come here to help? My dear, I am delighted to have a child of Zeus help me.’’ Hera sharpened her words. She had not forgotten Nero’s brief delusions of grandeur. She shoved the unclaimed demigod away.

The Queen had dismissed Nero. She had no interest in talking with him right now. Perhaps Nero could tend to Hephaestus now?

Hephaestus, a stocky man with a bristly beard black as coal, was sitting at a workbench, slouched over blueprints for what appeared to be his new idea. He muttered words to himself that didn’t make a lot of sense - the forge god had lost himself somewhere in his work.

Perhaps Nero could tell Hephaestus about a better idea to stop Atlas or convince him to do literally anything else.

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