Her gaze shifted to the horizon and the strange tower that now connected the mountains of Tartarus to the sky. She had no idea how she’d created it, but she knew what had fed her magic. She could still feel those emotions echoing inside her. “I like it,” said Hermes. “It’s art. We’ll call it…Iapetus’s reckoning.” Persephone thought it looked more like a scar, a blight on Hades’s kingdom, but perhaps he would fix it when he came home.
