Next was a small figure of a woman carved from amber, frozen mid-dance. "Thera."
A miniature mountain of stone. "Gaia."
A bow made of pure golden light. "Orion."
And finally, a black coin that rotated slowly in place, one side engraved with an eye, the other blank. "Charon, High God of the Underworld."
Elena's eyes lit up at the familiar names. "Adam, Gaia, Umgadi, Thera, Orion… I know all of those. But Charon sounds new."
"That's because, in terms of his position in this world, he is new," Aiden said. "Charon is one of two sons of Jorus, an archon whose domain once revolved around death itself."
He gestured. "Since Charon's power is similar to his father's in that regard, it made sense to appoint him as ruler of the Underworld."
Elena processed that, then frowned. "I've never heard of Jorus before."
"That's because I killed him."
Her eyes went wide in shock.
"In a battle in Eden," Aiden said casually. "Trust me, he had to go."
