A golden pillar of light descended from the heavens, wrapping around Theseus's broken body like some divine extraction. It was radiant, otherworldly—yet completely invisible to mundanes, hidden from the sight of Champions, as if the gods themselves had intervened to ensure that no mortal or half-blood would question his sudden absence.
The golden energy shimmered, humming with celestial power, and then, just like that, Theseus was gone, lifted into the sky in silent triumph despite his humiliating defeat.
In Olympus, the gods gathered around his lifeless form. His body lay pristine, the wounds and blood gone as if death itself refused to leave a blemish on a warrior of his lineage. This was not the fate of a mere fallen Champion; this was the passing of a name written in myths, and the gods would honor it as such.
He was also the son of Poseidon!
