At the peak of Embercrest Hill, inside a quiet old temple, Grace stepped out of the hidden chamber just as a female guard rushed in.

“Your Highness, we’ve got a situation. A powerful intruder is breaking through the outer gates,” she reported

“Who is it?” Grace asked calmly, as if she’d expected this would happen.

“Judging from their appearance, they look like elite fighters from the Hall of Gods, or royal gods,” the female guard replied gravely.

The defensive and offensive formations around Embercrest Hill didn’t stand a chance. Both shattered on impact, as if they’d never been there. Only someone at the royal god-level could force their way in like that.

“They got here faster than I expected,” Grace muttered, eyebrows knitting with concern.

She hadn’t left the temple, but she already knew who it was. At a time like this, the only ones who’d come to Embercrest Hill were Zeus and Hera.

Grace had been keeping tabs on the situation in Oakvale.

At first, she’d figured Nathaniel’s plan to divert the threat would spark a clash between Zeus and Matthias’ forces. That way, Matthias would be too tied up to go after Dustin. But things hadn’t played out the way she’d hoped.

She suspected Matthias had slipped out clean and sidestepped a major disaster. What was supposed to be his problem had landed squarely in her lap.

“Your Highness, the Hall of Gods is still pushing through the defenses. Should we step in to stop them?” the female guard asked.

asked, “How many

I estimate the Hall of Gods’ fighters

into the barrier to buy us as

Highness,” the female guard

a small steeple from her pocket. At first glance, it looked ordinary-only a few inches tall-but its seven-tiered frame gleamed with a faint golden

and tossed it into the

the wind, the steeple swelled in size. Within seconds,

tier

a hand seal

peak of Embercrest Hill. A second later,

breath. “Let’s hope the

defense and said to be nearly indestructible.

might hold. But if

would finish absorbing

Hill collapsed and the steeple failed to hold, it wouldn’t just be her problem but

poured herself some tea. There

a muffled boom rolled up from the base of the hill-a reminder that

pouring in money, resources, and time. She’d called

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