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“Khaos, you can’t be serious. One of them is your own daughter”
The god shrugs, or appears to. It was hard to tell when he appeared to be nothing more than a combination of galaxies.
“No matter. I have plenty more. Besides, someone must make up for the questers lost.”
“And as for Aristaeus’s girl?”
Another shrug.
“Honestly, Khaos. You really must be more mindful of who it is you send in there,” Hera drones, paying next to no attention to the group of them. “It could cause a problem down the road.”
He snorts. “As if you care, Hera? Honestly, you have no room to speak. Wasn’t it you who wiped the memory of not one, but two demigods?”
“And then switched their places in camp,” someone adds.
She glares at the commenter and feels a deep sense of pride as she watches them shrink back. “Yes, but I had a plan. What do you have? Spite?”
Hermes looks down at the glass they are all looking through. He sees the group of demigods falling into some dark, unknown. “I think it could be entertaining. Besides, it’s no problem for us. If they start another war, it will be in this world, not ours.”
“See?” Khaos says triumphantly. “No issues. Just pure entertainment.”
Hera sighs. “Fine then.”
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The lycanthrope wakes up with no memory of his dream, just a feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong.