Logan's POV.
Logan moved through the mausoleum with the efficient focus of a soldier sweeping hostile territory.
His eyes did not linger on carvings or relics. He did not pause to admire craftsmanship that had survived millennia. Each coffin received only a brief, assessing glance — not curiosity, but calculation. Angles. Blind spots. Structural weaknesses. Potential concealment points.
History meant nothing if something inside it could still kill you. What if it were a plot against the Zuvels?
The assassination attempt on Ares failed that morning. The mastermind behind it wouldn't rest until he achieved his goal.
So he was not there to marvel at the dead.
He was there to make sure the living stayed that way.
When he was satisfied there were no hidden threats — no unstable flooring, no suspicious mechanisms, no signs of recent disturbance — he circled back toward the center of the chamber.
Toward the dais.
