As twilight settled over the city, the streets began to hum with the buzz of Halloween — costumes, music, laughter. But all of it fell into a hush the moment she appeared.

Athena stepped into the open square, her delicate wings shimmering like stained glass under the flickering streetlamps. Her skin glowed faintly with divine energy, and every step she took released a soft trail of glowing blue butterflies that danced around her hooves like sparks from a celestial forge.

The second outfit she wore tonight wasn’t just a costume — it was a manifestation. A fusion of her divine Graenei lineage and her mythical power, barely contained by the enchanted black-and-gold ensemble that traced her curves like whispered promises.

Gasps. Whispers. Awe.

Children stopped mid-candy run. Grown men dropped their drinks. Women stared in fascinated envy. Phones came up slowly, as if people feared even documenting her would break the spell.

She raised one hand, and the butterflies followed — swirling into a gentle vortex before exploding into shimmering light. Her voice echoed softly in the minds of all who watched:

“Tonight... you are allowed to believe in magic again.”

And just like that, Athena turned a simple city Halloween night into a page out of an ancient myth — one that no one would forget.