Pandora paced the hallways of the Heinstein mansion, now serving as temporary headquarters for Hades' Specter army. Her black boots echoed against the marble floors as irritation simmered beneath her composed exterior. Another argument between the three Judges had disrupted her afternoon—Rhadamanthys and Minos clashing again over strategy while Aiacos看热闹. Sometimes she wondered if she commanded warriors or children.

The grand halls felt empty despite the Specters stationed throughout. Hypnos and Thanatos had retired to their chambers, leaving her to manage the unruly army alone. Boredom clawed at her—five years until Hades' awakening seemed an eternity when confined to these walls. Even her private chambers offered little relief from the monotony.

Her fingers traced the cold marble balustrade of the main staircase as forbidden thoughts crept in. Thanatos had strictly forbidden leaving the mansion, but what would he know of her restlessness? The memory of her childhood with Tenma flickered unbidden before she crushed it—stupid sentimental weakness. Yet the longing remained—a hunger for connection beyond duty and servitude.

"Perhaps a brief excursion won't hurt," she murmured, already moving toward the east balcony. From there, she could scan the surrounding countryside with her cosmos. Just to see... to remind herself of the world beyond these walls. If she found someone interesting—someone worthy of her attention—who would ever know? A small smile curved her lips as she stepped onto the balcony, the evening breeze catching her dark hair.