Perseus and Medusa’s Last Gaze

Perseus enters the forgotten ruin, a place cursed by gods and time. Every step echoes

like a warning—Medusa is here. He raises Athena’s polished shield, eyes fixed on reflection,

never her face. Statues line the hall—warriors, thieves, heroes—frozen in

their final breath. A hiss coils through the darkness. From the shadows, Medusa emerges,

serpents writhing, eyes glowing with death. The air tightens. Stone cracks beneath

her rage. Perseus steadies his breath, heart hammering. Steel flashes as

Medusa strikes. He turns, guided by reflection alone— One clean swing

cuts the air. The hissing stops. Medusa falls. The curse shatters, and the ruin breathes