Nathan stared at Aphrodite, waiting for her to say the name.
And she did, her smile now a radiant gleam of divine mischief.
"Pandora."
Nathan raised an eyebrow, the name lingering in the air like a forgotten tune.
"Pandora…" he murmured.
It stirred something in his memory. The name wasn't unfamiliar—he had heard it back on Earth, wrapped in the folds of ancient myths and half-remembered stories from his school days. Something about a box… or perhaps a curse?
"She was the first woman ever created by the gods of Olympus," Aphrodite said, her voice carrying the weight of legend.
Khione, who had stood quietly until now, suddenly tensed. Her fingers gripped the edge of her robe, pulling the fabric closer to her chest as if it could shield her from the name just uttered. Her cool, aloof demeanor cracked as she looked at Aphrodite with uncharacteristic urgency.
"Are you serious about this information, Aphrodite?" she asked sharply.
