The Source of Divine Power: Sign-In Target, the Temple of Hera!

Inside the palace, the air seemed to freeze.

Queen Hippolyta's firm "We refuse" struck like an invisible hammer, shattering the last pretense of peace.

Every Amazon warrior tightened her grip on her weapon. Pride and fury mingled in their eyes, hardening into killing intent fixed openly on Link.

At a word from their queen, they would surge forward like a tide and use spear and sword to teach this arrogant mortal that the dignity of myth could not be challenged.

Diana's entire body tensed. Her hand settled on the hilt of the Sword of Hephaestus, and divine power surged within her as she prepared for the worst.

Yet in the face of that mounting tension, Link smiled.

There was a trace of regret in his smile, mingled with a sense that he had expected this all along.

He shook his head gently, as if to say, What a shame. You made the worst possible choice.

Then, in a move that left every Amazon staring in disbelief, Link turned his back on the queen upon her Throne.

It was utter disregard. Arrogance taken to its extreme!

In Themyscira's thousands of years of history, no one had ever dared turn their back on the queen of the Amazons!

"How dare you!"

General Antiope roared and reached for her sword, but the queen stopped her with a glance.

Hippolyta's face was cold as frost, but inside, she was more wary than she had ever been.

Link did not leave, nor did he continue arguing.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he began strolling through the grand palace at an unhurried pace, like a genuine tourist.

His gaze passed over columns carved with epics and murals depicting wars between gods, as though he truly were admiring works of art.

His composure stood in