Clotho, the Spinner, held a thread that led straight to Ares’ heart. “You injected an infinite loop into a finite system,” she said, not unkindly. “Gems are rare because scarcity gives them meaning. Money flows because it can stop.”
“That last one was an accident,” Ares muttered.
Athena narrowed her grey eyes. “His resources are… illogical.”
Ares, being Ares, ignored the warning.
Ares slammed his fist on his marble throne. “This is rigged.”
The sky cracked.
