248. The Advance
The Advance
The giants were distracted
and consumed with near-victory.
‘We will not get a better chance,’
I whispered to Thanatos and Hermes.
‘They are afraid of fire,’
I said softly, and the whisper
passed down the ranks.
‘Use your torches in their faces,
burn their toes, their eyes.
I have blessed you with unending flame.’
And with these words,
I looked upon the giant closest to me,
the one who was destroying
the altar with Hera’s sigil,
and crept up behind him
before he could see me.
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