The Lord of Themyscira!

Inside the Temple, Link took one last look at the demigod curled up in the corner, utterly unconscious.

The armor the gods had forged for Diana had shattered, exposing her battered body beneath. Blood still stained the corner of her mouth. Her eyes, once bright as stars, were shut, their light gone.

She had been no match for him.

Link looked away, unmoved.

He had spared her not out of mercy, but because she was no longer worth fighting.

He turned, straightened the clothes that had been damaged in the battle, and walked toward the open doors.

Outside, the silence was deathly.

Thousands of Amazon warriors had regrouped in the vast square before the Temple. With spears and swords in hand, they formed line after unbroken line of defense.

Anger and grief showed on their faces, along with... fear they could not hide.

They had heard Diana's stifled cry from inside the Temple. They had felt that fleeting burst of divine, destructive power that made their very souls tremble.

Their princess, their mightiest warrior, the demigod they revered as the embodiment of their faith... had fallen.

When the figure in black emerged from the shadowed doorway and stepped back into Themyscira's sunlight, every Amazon warrior's heart sank.

They tightened their grips on their weapons, ready to defend their last shred of honor with their lives. Even if they died, they would make the invader pay.

But the moment they saw Link clearly, an unseen power greater than any they had known crushed their will to fight.

The man who emerged seemed no longer to be the invader who had radiated a thirst for blood.

His steps were calm and graceful, each one seeming to fall in rhythm with the laws of heaven and earth. What emanated from him was no