Deucalion and Pandora cling to one another, standing in a valley carved by the titan’s earthquake footfalls, half-hoping, not daring to believe, that the war is finally over.
“We must rebuild,” says Pandora. “We must heal this wounded land.”
Her husband nods. “We will take better care of it than these uncaring gods.”
Deucalion strides towards the mountain, crushing underfoot an unseen ant colony as he goes.
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