As Athena stared into the night, a terrible noise ripped through her. It sounded like fabric tearing, but so much louder and more ominous.
Drawing the divine blade she always carried, she fell back into a battle stance as the sky itself was rended.
A man that could have been Athena’s twin stepped through, and the blade he carried was identical to hers.
His gaze locked with hers, and for a moment, she felt as if she were staring in a mirror.