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The moment Link stepped into the Temple, the clamor outside fell away.

It felt as though he had left the blood-soaked mortal battlefield and stepped into another dimension.

There was no gilded splendor, no ornate carvings, not even a single ritual implement. The Temple's interior was a vast space beneath a circular dome, as empty as the void at the birth of the universe.

Above him lay no stone ceiling, but a deep, slowly shifting starfield. Countless stars twinkled within it, forming ancient, unfamiliar constellations.

Soft light fell from the stars, illuminating the center of the Temple.

There, a golden sphere of light roughly ten meters across floated and slowly turned.

It looked like a nebula, with countless points of light appearing and vanishing within it, their paths inscrutable. It also resembled a living, breathing heart. Each pulse sent tides of energy through the entire space.

This was the source of every supernatural power on Themyscira.

Hera's Blessing.

It was also the heart of the Amazons' faith for thousands of years.

Link walked toward the sphere.

As he drew closer, the air seemed to thicken. An invisible, sacred pressure bore down on him from every direction, warning him away.

The force was not physical. It pressed directly upon his soul, trying to awaken the deepest awe and fear within him.

Any mortal, even a demigod, would have lost the ability to think the instant they entered its reach. They would have fallen to their knees and worshipped.

But Link was no mortal.

The Chaos Force had long since seeped into his soul, and his will was harder than steel.

To him, that pressure on his mind was no more than a light breeze.

His expression did not change. He kept walking.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

Ten meters.

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