Despite his perseverance, Teal'c had been unsuccessful in contacting Sigurd. Finally, an unexpected help came from a receptionist who volunteered to drive them back in his vehicle. Victor remained unconscious throughout the journey, his head heavy on Sam's lap as she anxiously watched over him, concerned for his well-being.

Upon returning home, the long corridors stretched out before them, bathed in a soft glow that almost imparted a mystical ambiance. Jack, Daniel, and Teal'c walked through them, scrutinizing every corner, every shadow, every detail in search of Sigurd. Their steps were determined, and the echo of their soles on the floor bore witness to their resolve.

Daniel let his hand graze the walls as they moved forward. The simple contact with these surfaces seemed to reassure him, providing a tangible anchor in this place steeped in mysteries. "Jack, I'm convinced we should stay here on Ivadoll," he insisted, his eyes sparkling with an almost manic fervor. "We can't let this opportunity to learn more about the Ancients slip away."

The passion with which Daniel defended his position was undeniable, but Jack remained steadfast. He stopped and turned to Daniel, his gaze as intense as his own. "Daniel, have you forgotten what happened? We can't stay here and wait for things to get worse. We need to tell Victor the truth, contact Thor, and go back home."

Teal'c, the silent observer thus far, solemnly nodded in agreement with Jack's stance. "O'Neill is right," he stated in his usual calm voice, his face devoid of emotion. "This place does not inspire trust."

Daniel furrowed his brow. "And what if we bring Victor back to Earth, and he manages to activate the Stargate? It's not without risks, Jack."

"The Stargate is secure, Daniel. We've already had this discussion," Jack replied, dismissing Daniel's concerns with an impatient wave of his hand.

Daniel, still defiant, didn't seem ready to give up. "And what if he activates the Stargate without a DHD, like in the simulation? What if—"

"That's enough, Daniel," Jack interrupted. "It was a simulation. It's not reality."

Despite the objections, Daniel's gaze remained fixed on Jack, searching for an opening, an opportunity to convince him. But O'Neill, followed by Teal'c, resumed their walk, determined to find Sigurd and resolve this situation once and for all.

Finally, their footsteps led them outside the mansion. Isolated near a lush garden adorned with an abundance of brightly colored flowers, Sigurd stood alone. The sound of their footsteps on the gravel path caught his attention, and he turned, greeting their arrival before engaging in conversation.

"So, what did you think of our simulator?" Sigurd asked, a hint of excitement detectable in his voice.

Jack's ironic smile tugged at his lips as he crossed his arms. "It depends," he replied sarcastically. "Before or after Charon decided to put Victor's life at stake?"

The mention of Charon seemed to confuse Sigurd. "What do you mean?" he questioned, a perplexed expression appearing on his face.

Teal'c intervened with a calm and composed voice, his face impassive as always. "During the simulation, Victor was attacked by several Jaffa. One of them managed to inflict a minor injury."

A mischievous smile played on Jack's lips as he added teasingly, "By the way, if Victor gets attacked by Jaffa in every simulation, I understand why he reacted aggressively towards Teal'c when we arrived."

The revelation seemed to shock Sigurd, who paled slightly. His eyes widened with concern. "What? Where is Victor?"

Daniel, eager to reassure him, quickly chimed in, "Don't worry, he's safe. Sam and Hilda are taking care of him. He lost consciousness during the simulation, but his condition is stable."

Jack's posture stiffened. "That professor you assigned to him is not trustworthy."

Sigurd tried to defend himself. "Charon has been taking care of Victor since his arrival on Ivadoll," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of defiance. "He has always been kind to him."

Skeptical, Jack continued, "And did you tell him who we are to Victor?"

"I simply informed him of your arrival. I didn't say anything more," Sigurd replied, avoiding Jack's piercing gaze. "Victor's origins are a well-guarded secret."

"And yet, Charon seemed well-informed," Teal'c chimed in, unperturbed. "Someone provided him with information."

"That's impossible," Sigurd refuted with conviction. "Hilda and I are the only ones who know."

Daniel seized the opportunity to learn more. "Can you tell us more about Charon? Who is he really? How did he acquire his knowledge of the Ancients?"

Sigurd took a moment to ponder, searching for the right words. "Charon is one of our most respected scholars," he began, respect resonating in his voice. "He is the specialist in our simulator; he immediately recognized Victor's potential."

When Teal'c asked if Charon possessed the Ancient gene, Sigurd nodded in confirmation.

Jack's face hardened further, his brown eyes intensely fixed on Sigurd. "Alright! We will contact Thor, and as soon as Victor wakes up, we will bring him back to Earth."

"Jack..." Daniel started.

"Daniel! My decision is made," Jack cut him off decisively.

A flicker of concern crossed Sigurd's eyes. "I understand your position, O'Neill," he said with a grave tone, trying to convince Jack to reconsider his decision. "But the Asgard have always emphasized that the danger is greater outside of Ivadoll."

"I don't care about their opinion," Jack replied, his frustration rising.

"What if Victor refuses?" Daniel insisted.

"We won't give him a choice," Jack declared, putting an end to any further objections.

Daniel rolled his eyes, exasperated. But before he could respond, Sigurd spoke again. "Please, Jack, don't make hasty decisions," he pleaded, the gravity of his words heavy with implications. "We consider Victor as our son. Don't snatch him away so abruptly."

Touched by the visible anguish in Sigurd's eyes, Jack sighed after a moment of silence. "Alright. While we wait for Victor to wake up, could you contact Thor and ask him to join us here?"

Sigurd nodded, a mix of relief and worry evident in his eyes. He then turned to fulfill Jack's request.

The soft afternoon light seeped through the thick curtains, casting luminous patterns on the tiled floor of the room. Shadows gently danced with the breeze that sneaked in through the gaps in the window. Victor, lying on the bed, was stirred from his sleep by the background noises, and he slowly opened his eyes, his sleep-laden lashes fluttering to adjust to the dim light.

Right beside him, Sam and Hilda were seated, their gazes filled with an almost palpable concern fixed upon him. Victor felt a lump forming in his throat at their evident solicitude.

"How are you feeling?" Sam asked, a noticeable sigh of relief in her voice as he regained consciousness.

Victor took a moment to assess his condition, his eyes sweeping across the room before returning to Sam. "I feel tired," he admitted finally. He winced as he attempted to sit up. "What happened?"

"Do you remember anything?" Sam asked, watching him closely.

Victor shook his head, rubbing his eyes in a gesture of confusion. "I remember stopping the simulation headset... after that, everything is blurry."

Sam nodded, a veil of concern shadowing her features. "When you stepped through the Stargate, we lost visual contact with you. Do you remember what you saw on the other side?"

Victor paused, a flicker of unease crossing his eyes. "I... I don't remember," he lied. He wasn't ready to share what he had discovered.

At that moment, Hilda's phone rang, startling everyone in the room. Apologizing with a glance, she quickly answered and stepped out of the room to speak privately.

"Sam, could you please get me some water?" Victor requested, taking advantage of Hilda's absence.

"Yes, of course," Sam replied, getting up to fulfill his request.

Victor, now alone, let his eyes settle on his wrist. The bracelet was still wrapped around it, like an elusive mystery. Slowly, he rotated the clasp, his eyes scrutinizing the details with meticulous attention. Once again, he attempted to remove it, but his efforts were in vain. The object remained securely fastened to his wrist, amplifying his frustration and deepening the mystery surrounding it.

That's when he noticed a detail that had escaped his notice until now. Discreetly engraved in the metal of the clasp was a name - Tartaros.

An involuntary shiver ran down Victor's spine. Gently, almost reverently, he let the tip of his fingers brush against the raised letters. Upon contact with his skin, the bracelet suddenly lit up, emitting an otherworldly glow.

In an instant, a halo approximately fifty centimeters in diameter appeared in the air before him. Inside, a swirling blue vortex reminiscent of the Stargate's appearance took form in a disturbing manner. What was once a mysterious puzzle now transformed into a genuine gateway to the unknown. Victor's eyes were fixed on the vortex, his mind overwhelmed by a flood of questions as he became aware of the reality unfolding before him.

After a brief hesitation, Victor extended his hand and touched the vortex. The halo and Victor were instantly engulfed in a dazzling light, disappearing from the room as if absorbed by an invisible force.

Shortly after, Sam returned to the room, one hand gripping the glass of water she had retrieved. Her surprise was great when she found the bed abandoned, devoid of any trace of Victor. Calling out his name while inspecting every corner of the room, she was faced with an unexplained absence.

With growing concern, she made the decision to go back to the main hall, where Sigurd and SG-1 were. She hurriedly descended the staircase, her thoughts racing. When she reached the hall, she called out to the group.

"Has anyone seen Victor?" she asked urgently, seeking the gaze of each team member. "I went to get him some water, but when I came back, he wasn't in the room anymore."

Teal'c shook his head, his face impassive. "No one has passed through here, Colonel," he replied calmly and steadily, contrasting with the escalating tension of the situation.

Sam's face briefly froze, her mind working at full speed. Her brows furrowed in a thoughtful expression as she scanned the main hall for clues or answers.

"Don't panic," Sigurd interjected, seeking to calm the spirits. "Maybe he went outside to get some fresh air on the balcony? Victor likes to spend time out there."

Driven by this new lead, Sam quickly made her way to the room's balcony, closely followed by Sigurd, Jack, Daniel, and Teal'c. They carefully surveyed the surroundings, hoping to catch sight of Victor or any sign of his presence.

After inspecting the balcony without success, they made the decision to establish an expanded search perimeter inside the house. Each was assigned a specific area to investigate, knowing that finding Victor as soon as possible was paramount. The corridors filled with frantic activity as SG-1 members and Sigurd endeavored to cover every nook, every room, in the hope of uncovering clues about the teenager's mysterious disappearance.

With her mind racing, Sam recalled the last moments she had spent with Victor. Questions swirled in her head, and she couldn't help but wonder if the simulation had something to do with his sudden vanishing.

Not far from Victor, a monumental door stood, flanked by two imposing columns. The engravings adorning these columns bore a striking resemblance to those he had encountered in his previous simulation.

Beyond this majestic structure stretched an endless desolate landscape. Bleak, barren mountains with sharp ridges emerged from the dark mist that enveloped the region. The ground, dry and cracked, was covered in a fine gray dust that seemed to infiltrate every crevice with tenacity, clinging to his clothes, his hair, and even penetrating his eyes.

The panorama unfolding before him was unforgiving, devoid of any warmth or gentleness. Victor found himself lost within an environment that seemed sculpted to embody the very negation of life. Yet, despite this evident harshness, there was a singular beauty emanating from this desolation. There was something magnetically alluring about this place, a force that elicited both repulsion and attraction.

Suddenly, a soft and melodic chant reached his ears, piercing through the impenetrable silence that prevailed. This voice wove a surprisingly comforting sonic thread in the heart of this inhospitable environment. Driven by intense curiosity, Victor endeavored to discover the origin of this enchanting melody. Guided by the beckoning call of the song, he ventured forward, allowing himself to be carried by this enchanting melody.

It didn't take him long to find the source of the chant. A young woman was seated there, cross-legged at the edge of a river, its dark and murky waters flowing slowly through the desolate valley. Victor stopped, captivated by the melody emanating from her. His presence did not go unnoticed for long; she quickly turned and seized a spear that lay not far from her feet. Without uttering a word, she pointed the weapon towards Victor, a silent warning for him not to venture any further. They remained still for a moment, motionless, their gazes meeting under the veiled sky.

Despite the palpable tension, the young woman exuded an unexpected grace, a serenity that illuminated her emerald eyes. Her blond hair, cascading freely over her shoulders, framed her face like a halo, enhancing the mystical aura that surrounded her. Time seemed to stretch, the ambient sounds and movements of the environment blending into a blurry backdrop. A timid smile stretched across Victor's lips, a familiar impression washing over him, as if he already knew her.

It was finally she who broke the silence. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice resonating in the serene air.

"I am Victor, the son of the governor of Ivadoll," he replied, before returning the question. "And you?"

"I am Calypso, daughter of Atlas," she retorted, still wary, her spear firmly held in hand.

"I am unarmed," Victor said, raising his hands and turning around to demonstrate his goodwill. "You can lower your weapon."

Despite this, Calypso remained on guard and continued her interrogation. "Why are you here? What did you do to be banished?"

"Banished? I am not banished... I admit I don't really know how I ended up here," Victor replied, looking perplexed. "I found a bracelet, and when I touched it, I ended up here," he added.

"What bracelet?" Calypso asked, curious to understand.

"I can show you, but for that, you'll have to lower your weapon first," Victor replied, hoping to ease her suspicion.

Calypso seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally lowering her weapon. She then approached Victor. When she stood face to face with him, she locked her eyes with his, captivated by the light blue color of his gaze. She seemed momentarily lost in thought before regaining her composure. "Show me," she demanded.

Victor, aware of the aura of mystery surrounding this artifact, willingly revealed his wrist, exposing the meticulously engraved clasp depicting a helmet and a scepter. "Don't ask me to take it off; it's securely fastened."

Calypso's fingers delicately brushed against the beads, sensing a strange energy emanating from the object. A flicker of astonishment illuminated her face, and she instinctively stepped back, as if she had just touched a source of immense power.

"Where did you find it?" she asked, her words trembling slightly in her voice.

"In a field of ruins," Victor replied, casually manipulating the beads of the bracelet.

Calypso froze, her eyes filled with a mix of anxiety and fear. She took a step back, raising her weapon once again towards Victor.

"What did I say?" Victor asked, bewildered by this change in attitude.

Calypso, her eyes filled with a troubling intensity, spoke the words with an emotionally charged voice. "You are an Alteran, a descendant of Hades!"

The words hung in the air, creating a palpable tension between them. Victor tried to calm Calypso's concerns, to dispel the dark thoughts that seemed to be consuming her.

"Not at all! I am the son of Sigurd, from the planet Ivadoll," he replied, attempting to reassure her.

But Calypso was adamant, her voice trembling with deeply rooted fear. "You're lying! Only an Alteran can use the Bracelet of Hades to come here!"

"Okay, I have the genes of the Ancients, well, the Alterans, but that doesn't mean I am like them. I am here because I heard a voice asking for help," Victor retorted, his frustration becoming more evident.

Curious and wary at the same time, Calypso took a step forward, her eyes scrutinizing Victor with renewed attention. "What voice?" she inquired.

Victor, recalling the melodic chant that had guided him to Calypso, carefully chose his words. "When I heard you singing, I thought I recognized that voice," he admitted, hoping his words would awaken a mutual understanding in Calypso.

The young woman seemed surprised, a flicker of recognition crossing her gaze. "You answered my calls," she murmured, letting out a hint of relief.

"What?" Victor asked, not having clearly heard what she had just said.

"Nothing," Calypso replied with a hint of reservation, avoiding dwelling on that revelation. "But you cannot stay here, you must go back," she added, her anxiety resurfacing.

Victor felt a sense of helplessness wash over him. "I would love to, but how?" he questioned, his gaze falling on the clasp of the bracelet. To his great surprise, he noticed that the name 'Ivadoll' was engraved in place of 'Tartaros'. "Strange, now I see the name of my planet."

Calypso quickly explained, seeking to shed light on the workings of the enigmatic bracelet. "That's normal, the bracelet allows you to travel to Tartaros or return to your original destination. You cannot travel elsewhere," she declared, trying to ease Victor's concerns.

Suddenly, a terrifying roar pierced the air, echoing through the desolate lands.

"What was that?" Victor questioned, a mixture of worry and curiosity coloring his voice.

Seized by panic, Calypso tightly grabbed Victor's arm. "Run!" she commanded, her voice filled with fear.

Driven by the urgency of the situation, Victor sprinted at full speed, his legs fueled by newfound energy. He struggled to keep up with Calypso's frantic pace, allowing fear and curiosity to guide him. The pounding of his heart echoed in his ears.

"Hurry, Victor, we must reach the other side!" Calypso insisted, her breath short, her eyes fixed on their objective.

"But why?!" Victor exclaimed, his voice rising in the crisp air as his feet pounded the ground with unprecedented determination.

Calypso, exhausted but determined, took a brief pause to answer his question. "We are too close to the Iron Gate. Cerberus allows no intruders," she explained, her gaze drifting into the tumultuous horizon.

"Cerberus? Who are you talking about?" Victor inquired, seeking to understand the nature of the dangers surrounding them, even in this remote place.

"The guardian of this realm, the one who forbids anyone from approaching the Gate of Tartaros," Calypso replied, her voice barely audible, their frantic run preventing them from conversing at length.

Finally, they reached the opposite shore, their lungs burning painfully, their breaths labored. Barely catching their breath, their gazes were captivated by a breathtaking scene. A majestic black tiger with silver stripes emerged from the darkness, intensely fixating on the intruders. Its piercing eyes seemed to penetrate their souls as it roared with a powerful voice, a clear warning to keep their distance.

Intrigued and fascinated by the presence of this dazzling creature, Victor cautiously approached the young woman. "Why are you here?" he asked, seeking to understand Calypso's place in this dangerous place.

Calypso, her face imbued with deep melancholy, began to share a fragment of her story. "Long ago, my people, the Titans, had a close alliance with the Alterans. However, a devastating war broke out due to a heartbreaking dispute among our leaders. We lost... As punishment, we were banished here by Hadès, a powerful Alteran. We are isolated in the farthest reaches of the universe, with no means of escape," she revealed, a veil of sadness enveloping her angelic face.

Calypso's words deeply touched Victor, stirring a mixture of compassion and determination within him. He gently caressed Calypso's arm, seeking to offer her some semblance of comfort in this hostile world. Their eyes met, an indefinable connection established between them. A solitary tear made its way down Calypso's cheek, bearing witness to the scars of her past. With a tender gesture, Victor delicately brushed the tear away with his thumb. A comforting smile appeared on his lips, signifying his unwavering support.

However, their fragile moment of respite was abruptly interrupted by the sudden appearance of Cerberus. The majestic tiger, which had remained motionless until then, leaped over the river with astonishing agility. It lunged towards Calypso, who let out a terrified cry and attempted to flee. Ignoring Victor, the beast was solely focused on the young woman, sensing a threat that only she could understand.

Without hesitation, Victor launched himself in pursuit of Cerberus, his determination propelling him beyond his limits. He managed to surpass the creature and courageously positioned himself by Calypso's side. Instinctively, Victor lightly brushed the back of his bracelet's clasp. A dazzling halo of light materialized nearby. He grabbed Calypso, pulling her with him towards the shimmering vortex. Without a trace of hesitation, Calypso allowed herself to be carried away, and they disappeared.

Calypso slowly regained her senses, lying on a bed. The intense struggle with Cerberus had exhausted her, but she had managed to narrowly escape the terrible claws of the Tartaros guardian. Victor, on the other hand, was lying on top of her, their faces only a few inches apart.

The unexpected closeness triggered an instinctive reaction in Calypso, who pushed Victor away with all her strength, causing her body to hit the floor with a thud that echoed in the room.

"Sorry..." she hastily apologized, anxiously checking to make sure Victor hadn't been hurt.

Slowly recovering from his fall, Victor winced as he rubbed his back, but a teasing smile formed on his lips. "No worries, I prefer that to the fury of a tiger," he retorted, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Suddenly, a deep concern enveloped Calypso as she regained her senses and realized her situation. She was no longer on Tartaros, the barren and cursed land of her exile. Panic began to creep in.

"I have no right to be here, I'm banished! I must return to where I came from quickly!" she declared anxiously, realizing the consequences of her presence in a place forbidden to her.

Victor approached her, his expression determined. He categorically refused to let her go back, although he didn't yet know all the dangers and stakes surrounding the situation.

"No way! I won't let you go back to that accursed planet," he exclaimed firmly, locking his eyes with hers.

Worried, Calypso tried to warn him about the potentially disastrous consequences. "I must! If I stay, the wrath of the Alterans will be terrible."

Victor, now with a firm grip on Calypso's shoulder, sought to reassure her and provide support. "Calm down. The Alterans have long since disappeared. Here, we have protectors, the Asgardians. I believe that with their help, we will find a way to free your people and right the wrongs that have been done to them."

But the idea of seeking help from the Asgardians sparked total panic in Calypso. "They helped the Alterans defeat us! If you tell them about me, I am lost."

Victor tried to ease her fears. "The Asgardians are peaceful beings. They won't harm you. They have protected my planet and my people for centuries. They have boundless wisdom and understanding."

However, Calypso remained deeply suspicious. "Believe me, Victor, they are deceitful. I'm certain they only protect you out of self-interest. I beg you, don't tell them anything. Help me return to Tartaros."

Calypso's distress and her eyes filled with sadness eventually convinced Victor of the gravity of the situation. With a swift motion, he firmly grasped the clasp of the bracelet of Hades and touched the inscription engraved for Tartaros.

A luminous vortex materialized before them, pulsating with mysterious energies. Calypso was about to step into it, but Victor held her back for a moment by her arm.

"When can I see you again?" he asked, his gaze filled with hope.

A melancholic smile formed on Calypso's lips. She gently removed a necklace she wore around her neck, a jewel of rare beauty. The central stone shimmered with a mysterious blue glow.

"Once you're on Tartaros, speak my name while touching the stone of this necklace. I will know how to find you," she whispered to him with a voice laden with emotion.

Victor took the necklace with care, aware that this object would be the link that would reunite them. He felt a deep and unexplainable connection with Calypso.

Without another word, the young woman rushed into the luminous vortex, which closed behind her, leaving Victor alone. Their destinies were now intertwined, and Victor was ready to face any dangers, to explore the far reaches of the universe to find her.

Just moments later, the door to the room was forcefully pushed open, revealing the anxious silhouettes of Sigurd and Daniel. Caught off guard, Victor deftly concealed the necklace in his pants pocket, preserving the secret of his connection with Calypso.

"Where on earth have you been?" exclaimed Sigurd, his forehead furrowing with frustration. "We've been looking for you for over an hour."

Caught off guard, Victor responded with a perceptible hesitation, "I'm sorry, father. I needed some fresh air and took a walk in the garden."

Daniel and Sigurd exchanged a skeptical look, but they decided not to press further. The most important thing at that moment was that he was there, safe and sound.

"Come to the living room. We have something important to tell you," declared Sigurd with an unusual gravity.

Intrigued but obedient, Victor nodded. "What is it about?" he asked, his voice betraying a slight apprehension.

Silence was his only response. Victor felt his heart race, his mind swirling with anticipation. He followed Sigurd and the two men to the living room, wondering what might be unfolding.

Upon entering the room, Victor was surprised to find that the entire SG-1 team, along with Thor and Hilda, were present. A wave of concern washed over him. Why such an unusual gathering? He cautiously took a seat on a chair, scrutinizing the faces of each team member.

Mirroring Victor, everyone settled onto the sofas, creating an atmosphere heavy with tension. The exchanged glances among SG-1 members were filled with pent-up emotions. Victor felt his heart pound, as the seconds seemed to stretch on indefinitely.

Sigurd, with somber eyes, finally broke the silence that hung in the room. His words reverberated in the air, laden with a gravity that sent shivers down the teenager's spine. "Victor, there is an extremely important truth that you are unaware of. Something we have been compelled to keep secret at the request of the Asgard, and it is time for you to know."

Victor's heart raced even faster. His gaze shifted from Sigurd to Hilda, desperately seeking silent answers in their expressions. He simply nodded, inviting his father to continue, feeling the weight of the forthcoming revelations.

Sigurd took a deep breath and continued in a deep voice, choosing his words carefully. "Victor, you are not from Ivadoll." He paused, giving Victor time to process this earth-shattering revelation. Then, Sigurd looked at Jack and Sam, sharing a gaze heavy with meaning, before continuing. "We are not your biological parents. You are the son of Jack and Samantha. Two Asgard took you when you were still an embryo in your mother's womb, under circumstances we only recently discovered."

A heavy silence fell upon the room, Sigurd's words hanging in the air. Victor felt his heart stop, a multitude of tumultuous emotions churning within him. His gaze shifted back and forth between Jack and Sam, desperately searching for answers in their eyes.

It was then that Thor took over, providing a detailed account of the events: O'Neill's genetic marker, the dilemma of the Asgard's extinction, the theft of the embryo, the temporal dilator, the significance of the Ancients' genes and knowledge. He left nothing out, presenting each piece of the puzzle with unwavering precision.

"Is this a joke?" Victor asked, his voice trembling.

Sam sadly shook her head, wishing she could spare Victor from this painful revelation.

The anger welled up within Victor, a storm ready to unleash. He stood up abruptly, facing Sigurd, his hands trembling with contained rage. "How could you lie to me all these years?!" he growled.

"Victor, I understand your anger, but don't blame us. We did it for your own good," Hilda intervened in a soothing voice, trying to calm the blazing flames of revolt.

"For my good or for yours?!" Victor retorted, his eyes filled with painful mistrust.

Before he could finish his sentence, he turned towards Thor, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Calypso was right, you are monsters!" he exclaimed, wrongly attributing blame to the Asgard before him.

Anticipating Victor's intentions, Jack stepped in, standing as a barrier between the Asgard and his son. "Calm down, Thor is not responsible," Jack stated firmly, extending his arms to block the way.

"Who is Calypso?" Daniel asked in a calm but curious voice, hoping that this question could bring some clarity to the confusion that pervaded the room.

A heavy silence enveloped the room as Victor seemed to struggle with his emotions. He was torn between anger and sadness, grappling to assimilate the revelations that were shattering his world. Finally, he averted his gaze from Thor and remained silent, refusing to answer Daniel.

Sam, unable to remain silent in the face of this situation, stood up, allowing her emotions to seep through her voice. "Victor, the Asgard have made mistakes, but they are willing to take responsibility and make amends for what has been done." Her voice trembled with contained emotions, expressing her determination to face the consequences of their past actions.

The silence lingered, and despite Sam's words, Victor's frustration did not waver. He confronted Jack, who still stood in his path, his expression oscillating between disappointment and anger. "And how long have you known?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

"We found out just before coming to Ivadoll," Jack replied, the weight of the secret weighing heavily on his shoulders.

Daniel cautiously approached the young man. "Victor, I know it's difficult to accept, but you have to try to understand all the perspectives at play here. Nothing is as simple as it seems."

Hilda felt a deep sadness, aware of the shockwave that these revelations must have caused in Victor. She gently stood up from the couch and approached him with a calm determination, seeking to impart some comfort.

"Victor," she began in a soft yet assured voice, capturing everyone's attention, "I understand how overwhelming what you just learned is. However, I want to tell you that, no matter the truth about your past, it doesn't change who you are. You will always be our Victor." She delicately placed her hand on his head, brushing his hair in a gesture of tenderness.

Victor's anger was at its peak, emotions swirling within him. He abruptly pulled away from Hilda's touch, looking at her with a mixture of disappointment and anger. "No! It changes everything!"

Unable to contain his anger any longer, Victor felt a surge of emotions overtake him. Frustration and sadness overwhelmed him, making it impossible for him to stay in that room any longer. Without hesitation, he rushed out of the living room, bounding up the stairs at full speed, his mind swirling in a whirlwind of thoughts.

Behind him, Sigurd and SG-1 desperately tried to follow, but Victor was fueled by a determined energy. His footsteps echoed loudly in the hallway, reflecting his agitated state of mind. Upon reaching the door to his room, he wasted no time and darted inside, seeking refuge where he could confront the emotional storm raging within him.

He firmly locked the door, as if trying to establish a protective barrier between himself and the rest of the world. Then, with a gesture of determination, he pushed a heavy chair in front of the opening, obstructing any attempt to enter.

Sigurd pounded forcefully on the door. His knocks echoed in the room, a testament to his growing concern. "Victor! Open up!" he shouted, his voice filled with urgency and affection. Each strike resonated like a call for communication, a cry for help disguised behind a desire to understand and assist.

Victor swiftly gathered his most precious belongings: a few clothes, his laptop, and various other essential items. He hastily packed them into a backpack, feeling like a stranger in the house that had been his refuge until recently. Once ready, he cast a final glance around, imprinting the image of his room in his mind, and silently escaped through the balcony.

"Teal'c, come with me," commanded O'Neill. They made their way to one of the adjoining rooms to reach the connecting balcony. It was there that they spotted Victor straddling the railing, ready to flee.

"Victor!" Jack yelled as he rushed towards him, accompanied by Teal'c. But despite their efforts, they couldn't catch him. Victor let himself fall and rolled to land safely in the grass.

"O'Neill, let us go around," suggested Teal'c in a calm yet determined voice. They turned back and ran as fast as they could to exit the house, heading towards the garden. They searched every corner fervently, hoping to catch even a glimpse of Victor, but he had already vanished from the property.

Jack and Teal'c rejoined the others to announce Victor's escape. Jack's gaze swept across the worried faces. "Victor is gone. We saw him flee through the balcony," he declared.

Confronted with the reality of the situation, worry quickly gave way to action. Jack, whose gaze had hardened and become resolute, turned to Daniel and Teal'c. "I think he might have gone to one of his friends," he announced, searching for a glimmer of hope in this dark situation.

Sigurd nodded. "I'll have our driver assist you in getting around quickly."

"Or perhaps he's gone to see his teacher?" suggested Teal'c, his brow furrowed with concern.

"We'll pay him a visit as well to be sure," retorted Jack, determined to find Victor at all costs.

Sam spoke up. "I'll head back to the ship with Thor," she announced. "We need to try and finish those calculations."

Jack nodded in agreement, aware of the importance of that task.

The gazes of Hilda and Sam met, a silent agreement forming between them. "Sigurd and I will stay here," Hilda declared in a soft but determined voice. "In case Victor decides to return."

And so, the plan was set: Jack, Daniel, and Teal'c set off in search of Victor while Thor and Sam returned to the ship.

Victor walked with a confident stride through the bustling streets of the city center, aware of the need to blend into the crowd. He had taken care to pull up the hood of his jacket to conceal his face, taking every precaution to avoid being recognized. His mind was in turmoil, navigating between the devastating revelations that had just been made to him and the urgency of finding refuge, even if only temporary.

As he delved into his thoughts, he felt a vibration in his pocket. He quickly pulled out his phone, his heart pounding, and the bright screen displayed a message from Kira. A faint smile formed on Victor's lips as he read the words: "Silas is okay, meet in thirty minutes at our usual spot."

This simple message brought temporary relief to Victor, reminding him that he still had allies outside of the complicated situation he found himself in. Without wasting a minute, Victor swiftly typed his response on the phone's screen: "Okay, I'll be there." He knew that this meeting was crucial to devise a concrete plan of action. He felt compelled by an inner strength, a determination to break free from the grip of the truth that had just been revealed to him.

The destination of the usual spot was etched in his memory. It was a secluded location, an abandoned old warehouse on the outskirts of the city, a place where they used to meet to discuss discreetly.

Calypso, breathless and with her heart pounding, had managed to return to Tartaros, narrowly escaping Cerberus who seemed to have deserted the place. She knew she had to find refuge quickly. Her quick steps soon led her to a large building, an imposing structure she was familiar with. It was her place of residence, a refuge she shared with other outcasts, souls as tormented as her own.

The walls of the building seemed to breathe despair and resignation. The dark and chipped bricks bore witness to the eternity spent on Tartaros, marked by suffering and torment. The windows were obscured by veils of dark fabric, creating a mysterious and oppressive atmosphere.

Calypso pushed open the heavy door, allowing a stale and damp smell to engulf her. Inside, she was greeted by semi-darkness, only illuminated by flickering candles that cast dancing shadows on the dilapidated walls. The narrow and winding corridors seemed to get lost in an endless maze, as if the building itself was a reflection of the distress that inhabited its occupants.

Guided by growing excitement and hope, she climbed the time-worn stairs, the steps creaking beneath her feet. The decaying walls surrounding her seemed to speak, revealing graffiti marks bearing witness to the broken lives that had found refuge in these desolate spaces.

Determined, Calypso continued her quest through the dark and narrow corridors of the building, in search of her friend Sisyphus. Tension built within her, mixed with a hint of anxiety and excitement. Finally, after navigating a labyrinth of dark corridors, she caught sight of a small alcove, illuminated by a faint glow.

Sisyphus stood up hastily when he caught sight of Calypso, a mix of relief and curiosity appearing on his face. "Calypso, where have you been? I was worried about you," he said, reaching out his hand towards her.

An enigmatic smile formed on Calypso's lips as she approached her friend. "Sisyphus, you won't believe it. My calls have been answered," she whispered in a soft voice, leaving the mystery of her words hanging in the air.

Intrigued, Sisyphus gestured for her to sit beside him, eager to hear the tale of her adventure. Calypso began recounting her encounter with Victor, whose presence had been a revelation of great significance.

Sisyphus tilted his head, hungry for more information. "A descendant of Hades? Are you sure?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with excitement and disbelief.

Calypso took a deep breath, feigning genuine joy that masked her sinister intentions. "Yes, Sisyphus. Victor holds the key to breaking the chains that bind us here, to free us from this accursed place. And most importantly, we will finally be able to free my father from his eternal punishment," she said, accentuating each word to stoke Sisyphus's curiosity and hope.

Calypso's satisfied smile concealed the dark gears of her plan. She would stop at nothing to free herself and to overthrow the gods who had condemned them.

To be continued...