Chapter 228: “Dark Matters”

Ophiuchus spoke
shrouded in embers of green
that fled the furnace,
"I hold all the polloscopes,
creation answers my call."

Surrounding the peak,

dark stars took mythical form.

"Go forth, my army!

Bring my wrath to Thessaly!"

Hercules smashed the furnace.

Perseus shouted

and fell to her knees in pain.

Ophiuchus sneered,

"Her form came from the furnace,

the image of Artemis."

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To be continued!