Seiya | Saint

“Pegasus...” he rasped, fingers scraping stone. “...Ryūsei...”

Hades, seated upon his dark throne, opened his eyes. He saw the boy—arm broken, blood weeping from a gash across his brow—still standing. Not victorious. Not even confident. Simply standing . Saint Seiya

He rolled onto one knee. The Eclipse pressed down, a metaphysical weight meant to crush hope itself. But hope, Seiya had learned, was a meteor. Small. Fast. Fatal to those who ignored it. “Pegasus

The voice was a whisper of wind through cyllene trees. Marin. His teacher. Her ghost, or perhaps his own fraying sanity. He coughed, tasted copper. His legs had stopped listening three temples ago. “Pegasus...” he rasped