A dialogue between new and old gods!

Themyscira, Queen Hippolyta's palace.

There was no glittering opulence here, only a grandeur tempered by the ages, as solemn as the gods themselves.

Massive white columns supported a towering dome. Sunlight passed through the crystal at its center, turning into soft shafts of light that fell across the mirror-polished marble floor.

The air was steeped in ancient magic and a sacred presence.

Link walked alone along the path leading to the throne.

His footsteps were the only sound in that silent space, clear and rhythmic, without the slightest hesitation or reverence.

Themyscira's elite Royal Guard lined both sides of the path. Clad in silver armor and holding spears, they wore solemn expressions, their gazes sharp as blades, as though ready to strike like thunder at any moment.

Diana stood beside the throne, her hand on her sword hilt, watching the man approach her mother step by step with a conflicted look in her eyes.

High upon the throne, Hippolyta, the Amazon Queen, calmly returned his gaze.

She wore a golden crown and a pure white robe, her face graceful and beautiful. Her eyes, weathered by a thousand years, were as deep as the starry sky, as though they could see through every falsehood in the world.

At last, Link stopped ten meters before the throne.

He did not bow humbly as a mortal would before a sovereign. He merely inclined his head, regarding the queen as an equal, with even a hint of scrutiny.

"Queen Hippolyta, it's an honor to meet you."

His voice broke the deathly silence within the palace.

"Mr. Link. Given the manner of your 'visit,' I can hardly call it an honor." Hippolyta's voice was cool and commanding, like the snow that never melted on a mountain peak. "But I would still like to know what