Angol
When a body crashes onto the palace stone, Ariadne knows something in their world has shifted beyond repair. The dead man-Orpheus-was not simply a scholar or court favourite. He was investigating something dangerous. And the parchment found hidden on his body is not a confession, but a warning. Or a lure.
In the days that follow, Ariadne retreats with Perseus and Atalanta into a world of fractured frescoes and forgotten vaults where they begin to trace the threads Orpheus left behind. The message he uncovered speaks of prophecy and riddles, of patterns repeating through generations. But as Ariadne studies the symbols more closely, she realises the truth is far more disturbing: someone has manipulated fate.
As suspicion coils tighter around the palace, identities begin to fracture. Old alliances grow brittle. Trusted names feel uncertain on the tongue. The deeper Ariadne digs, the clearer it becomes that the killer is not acting in chaos but with deliberate precision. Each clue is placed to mislead.
And someone is always one step ahead.
