Bernard had grown accustomed to seeing Medusa with her turban or the temporary hair magic over the years. But now, as he laid eyes upon her transformed visage, he was utterly transfixed.
Her raven tresses, black as the night itself, cascaded down her back in a mesmerizing display. And her eyes—those piercing emerald orbs—shone with a clarity and radiance that he had never witnessed before. The sight of her, reborn and truly free, was almost too much for the weathered man to bear.
Overcome with emotion, Bernard dropped to his knees before Gaia and Amphitrite, his features etched with a profound gratitude. "Thank you," he breathed, his voice thick with reverence. "Thank you for giving her another chance at life, despite all the turbulence she has faced."
Gaia regarded the kneeling man with an impressed tilt of her head. "Oh, she is loved this much, is she?" She mused, her ancient eyes glinting with a hint of amusement.
