The Queen's Choice: War or a Meeting?

Themyscira.

The sacred home of the Amazons trembled violently for the first time in thousands of years.

This was no earthquake. It was a blatant provocation from the mortal world.

The towering white temples shook. Fine cracks spread across the sturdy walls, and precious sculptures fell from their pedestals and shattered.

Worse still, the golden protective barrier over the island—the shield blessed by Hera herself, which had endured countless ages—was now like glass struck by a hammer. Spiderweb cracks covered it, and it groaned under the strain.

Through the distorted curtain of light, every Amazon Warrior could clearly see the apocalyptic scene outside.

An unimaginably vast ocean vortex spun like a giant eye opening onto the abyss. With the force of the entire ocean, it squeezed and tore at their home.

And at the heart of that storm, ten thousand meters above the sea, a black figure hovered motionless.

He was the one behind it all.

"Attack! Shoot that madman down!"

Antiope, the Amazons' fiercest general and the queen's younger sister, could restrain herself no longer. Beneath her golden battle helmet, her eyes burned with fury.

"Ready Hephaestus' Crossbows! I'll make him taste the wrath of Olympus!"

Dozens of Amazon Warriors on the walls responded at once. Together, they turned the winches, slowly raising giant ballistae etched with glowing magic runes and aiming them at the black speck in the sky.

"Stop!"

A cool, urgent voice halted them.

Diana Prince, princess of the Amazons, stood by the battlements with a grave expression. Her gaze was fixed on Link, while turmoil surged through her heart.

It was him.

The man who had been so courteous in Metropolis, who had nearly convinced even her with a flawless philosophical argument.

The man who had confounded the Lasso of Truth, forged by Hephaestus himself.