The Gates of Olympus opened like living marble, glowing gold and white, as a horn echoed across the sky.
"WELCOME, GUESTS OF ASGARD!"
Sharky walked through the colossal gates with Hela beside him and baby Sigurd resting calmly in her embrace.
The moment Sharky stepped inside, several goddesses of Olympus froze.
They stared at him. Tall, broad-shouldered and perfectly proportioned.
Sharky moved with natural confidence, every step steady and controlled. His posture was straight without stiffness.
His hair was a deep, rich red, falling neatly around his head and catching the light of Olympus. His eyes were a vivid green, clear, sharp, and intense.
His face was sharply defined: a strong jawline, high cheekbones. His build was powerful without excess, muscles shaped by battle, moving smoothly beneath his clothing.
