The night had cast a dark veil, a disturbing and menacing shadow that seemed to accentuate the urgency of the situation. Kira had disappeared, leaving behind a wave of panic. Jack, Teal'c, Victor, and Ayden had set out to find her.

Meanwhile, back at home, the silence was heavy, disturbed only by the incessant ticking of the clock, each beat marking a time that seemed to stretch into infinity. In his room, Daniel stared at the ancient books he had brought back from the SGC, his eyes scanning the pages without finding any meaning. Every time he turned a page, a shiver of anxiety ran through him, as if the words themselves were charged with an ominous omen.

Sam, also in her room, immersed herself in equations and theories about solar flares, attempting to solve a scientific puzzle that constantly eluded her. Memories of what had happened with Kira by the pool kept interrupting her thoughts, making the numbers dance before her eyes, clouding her already exhausted mind.

The door creaked open, startling Sam. Jack appeared in the doorway, his eyes marked by fatigue but relieved. "We found Kira," he said, his exhausted voice betraying the day's efforts. He took off his military jacket, his hands revealing a slight tension in their movement, and placed it on one of the chairs with mechanical precision.

Relief mixed with concern washed over Sam, questions racing through her mind, "Did she give any details about her visions?"

"No, she didn't say a word," Jack replied, his words tinged with resigned disappointment. He walked over to the bed and sat down, starting to take off his shoes.

Sam observed Jack for a moment, seeking answers in every movement on his face, "Where's Victor?"

Jack looked up at her, seeing concern in her eyes, "He went to bed. He's still a bit shaken up."

Relieved to know he was back, Sam returned her attention to her computer screen, attempting to focus once again on the solar problems, but her mind remained fixated on all the unanswered questions.

Jack glanced at the carefully aligned ancient books on the desk. Their presence piqued his curiosity. He approached, took one of them in his hands, and opened it, running his finger along the worn binding. "Did Daniel lend you his toys?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.

Sam looked up from her computer, a smile forming on her lips. "No, I borrowed them from the archives library. The professor kindly allowed me to take them."

The response seemed to fluster Jack, who closed the book with some nervousness. He placed it back on the desk, his eyes lingering on the cover for a moment, then turned away without saying a word.

Sam closed her computer, the lid making a sharp click that broke the silence in the room. She looked up at Jack, "With everything that has happened, I haven't had a chance to tell you that we found some interesting things while we were at the library."

Jack headed toward the bathroom, "What did you find?" He entered the bathroom but made sure to keep the door open to continue the conversation.

Sam raised her voice to reach across the space between them, "There might be powerful weapons on Ivadoll. They could be useful for us in a fight against the Titans."

In the bathroom, Jack was undressing. His face lit up with a satisfied smile, a glint in his eyes revealing his contentment, "That's good news."

Sam straightened up, the nervous energy pulsing through her like a dull throb. She paced back and forth in an almost mechanical rhythm, "The problem is that Daniel doesn't know where they might be located, let alone what they look like."

"Knowing Daniel, he'll eventually figure it out," Jack retorted as he let his last piece of clothing fall to the floor.

Continuing her pacing, Sam continued, "We also found out that the blade extracted from Victor's body can only kill Atlas and..." She took a deep breath, "...Victor."

Jack abruptly stopped his motion as he was about to turn on the shower faucet, "What do you mean?"

"Daniel was struck with it by the professor, and he was unharmed, but apparently, it can kill Atlas and Victor with a single blow," explained Sam.

Jack froze, his face tensing as he adjusted the water, the sound barely masking his astonishment, "What?!"

Sam, thinking he might not have heard correctly, raised her voice to overcome the sound of the running water and repeated, "I'm saying the blade is special, it won't harm anyone other than Atlas and Victor."

Jack understood the implications of this discovery, but he was too tired to delve into the subject further at the moment. He had grasped the essential point, they had a weapon against Atlas. He reached his hand under the water to check its temperature, but just as he was about to immerse himself, his keen eyes noticed something was missing. He stopped the water and scanned around him.

"Sam?" called Jack, standing in the shower's doorway.

Sam's head appeared at the bathroom entrance, her face lit up with a teasing smile, "Yes?"

Jack pointed to an empty towel rack, "Have you seen the towels? I could have sworn I left them there this morning." His tone was almost accusing, his gaze fixed on Sam with a hint of amusement.

Sam stepped into the bathroom, her bare feet brushing against the cool tiles. Two towels were proudly held in her hands, her eyes sparkling with childlike mischief. "You mean these?" she asked playfully.

Jack displayed a amused smile, his brown eyes gleaming with a mischievous twinkle. He reached out to grab the towels, but Sam took a step back, hiding them behind her. "If you want them, you'll have to come and get them."

The challenge was set. With surprising swiftness, Jack grabbed Sam by the hips and pulled her into the shower with him. He pressed her against the cold, wet tiles, his imposing frame forming an inevitable barrier.

Sam's laughter echoed in the room as her fingers stubbornly tightened around the towels, determined not to give in so easily.

Jack's gaze grew intense, mixing playfulness with provocation, "Colonel, would you dare defy your General?"

A mischievous glint danced in Sam's blue eyes, "Yes, sir. What do I have to lose?" Her voice carried both challenge and amusement, her posture as determined as ever.

Jack's right hand drifted slowly behind Sam's back in search of one of the towels, but it eluded him. Without hesitation, his hand continued on its way, insinuating itself under Sam's t-shirt, tenderly tracing the outline of her spine. Her lips found the hollow of his neck, grazing the offered skin, nibbling it with care. A shiver ran through her, knocking the rebellious towels to the floor.

"You're facing a court-martial, Colonel," he murmured, his voice vibrating against her skin.

Sam shivered, the sensations he stirred within her starting to consume her. "I'm taking the risk," she whispered, loosening herself slightly to slide her t-shirt over her head. Then, with confidence, she framed Jack's face with her hands, her fingers gently caressing his skin, and leaned in to kiss him. Their lips met in a deep kiss, filled with barely restrained passion.

The outside world faded away, leaving only the echo of their breaths. The striking contrast between the cold tiles against their skin and the enveloping warmth of the shower heightened the intensity of the moment.

The sun's rays infiltrated through the curtains, gently illuminating the office where Daniel had spent most of the night. His tired and red eyes betrayed the lack of sleep. But the excitement of a potential discovery had replaced the fatigue, a spark of hope in his eyes.

He grabbed the crumpled piece of paper on which he had scribbled valuable notes. His usually neat handwriting had become hasty and disorderly, a testament to the urgency of the situation.

He struggled to stand up, his muscles protesting after the night spent in the same uncomfortable position. Every joint seemed to grumble with each movement, but the thrilling discovery he had made pushed aside the pain and filled him with renewed energy. With determination, he left his room and headed towards Jack and Sam's.

Upon reaching the door, Daniel paused for a moment, listening. The silence was absolute. Were they still asleep, or had they already gone down to the living room? His hesitation was brief. He knocked on the door, first gently, then again, more insistently. "Jack? Sam? Are you in there? I think I've found something."

Inside the room, Sam's sleep was interrupted by the sound against the door. She lay on her side, cuddled against Jack, her right hand peacefully resting on his chest. Jack's skin emitted a gentle warmth, and his breath was rhythmic and soothing. Sam planted a tender kiss on his shoulder before the second knock on the door made her jump. She glanced at her watch, "It's already 8 o'clock, we forgot to set the alarm," she murmured, gently shaking Jack awake.

Slowly disentangling herself from Jack's embrace, she slipped out of the bed with measured caution. She took a step towards the door before realizing her nudity. Her gaze swept the room, the clothes scattered on the floor telling the silent story of their passion from the night before. Hastily, she gathered some scattered belongings and escaped into the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Jack, awakened by the persistent calling of his name, glared irritably towards the door. Seizing a cushion with biting annoyance, he hurled it across the room. The soft missile collided with the door before falling harmlessly to the floor. In a futile hope, Jack had briefly entertained the idea that the cushion might miraculously pass through the door to land on Daniel's head.

On the other side, the archaeologist jumped at the muffled sound. "Jack? Sam? Is everything okay?" he called out.

A hoarse growl answered his question, followed by the sound of someone getting up in clumsy haste. The door swung open abruptly, revealing a half-dressed and groggy Jack.

"What's going on, Da-niel?" he growled, emphasizing each syllable of the archaeologist's name, as if reproaching him for the early interruption.

Daniel's eyes landed on Jack and then slowly swept over the interior of the room. The crumpled sheets and scattered clothes were the remnants of a passionate night. "I... am I disturbing you?" he mumbled, embarrassed.

Jack stared at him, an evident internal struggle visible in his eyes: should he slam the door shut or grab the cushion at his feet to try and knock him out? Ultimately, he dismissed the idea, "You look like hell, didn't sleep well?"

"Let's just say I didn't get much sleep," Daniel replied, adjusting his glasses, which caught the glint of the morning light. "And you?"

Jack grinned widely, "I slept very, very well, thank you."

Ignoring the allusion, Daniel quickly shifted the course of the conversation, "I think I found something about the weapons of..."

"All of that is probably very interesting, Daniel," Jack interrupted, his voice oscillating between irritation and forced politeness, "but give me some time to wake up and get ready."

"But Jack, I..." Daniel began.

Jack cut him off again, "Ahhh no 'buts.' I'll meet you in the living room in twenty minutes."

"Twenty real minutes, or like usual, twenty minutes that mean an hour?" Daniel retorted with a hint of annoyance.

Jack smirked, patted Daniel's shoulder, and then closed the door, leaving the archaeologist alone in the hallway with his discovery.

Daniel and Teal'c waited eagerly in the living room, their eyes fixed on the staircase, sitting on plush couches. The sound of boots suddenly echoed on the floor, and Jack and Sam made their appearance.

Sam darted through the room, her determined steps leading her straight to the kitchen. She returned with two glasses filled with a refreshing beverage, offering one to Jack before settling down beside him.

Daniel's excitement was almost palpable as he launched into a passionate exposition of his theory. "I stumbled upon an interesting reference in Catherine's research," he began, holding an old book open like a piece of evidence. "It talks about three powerful bracelets that belonged to Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus. I'm convinced they could be the weapons we're searching for."

Jack arched an eyebrow, stopping Daniel with a hand gesture. "Are you talking about the bracelet Victor was wearing?"

"Yes," Daniel confirmed, his face glowing with anticipation. "I believe there are two more. When used together, they could become the formidable weapon mentioned in the Ivadoll book."

"Daniel, the bracelet only allowed travel to Tartaros. I fail to see how it could be a weapon," Jack retorted, his expression becoming as impenetrable as a reinforced door.

Teal'c interjected, "Victor may not have been able to fully harness all the powers of the bracelet."

Daniel pointed at the Jaffa with childlike enthusiasm, "Exactly, Teal'c! Exactly!"

Sam spoke up, her tone clear and decisive, representing reason. "But Daniel, the bracelet was destroyed."

"Yes, that's true," conceded Daniel, "But it's possible that the other two bracelets could give us an advantage against the Titans."

Jack raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Okay, let's suppose you're right. Where do we look for these bracelets? At the local flea market?"

"O'Neill, I do not recall seeing such a shop during our outing yesterday," Teal'c replied, his tone impassive, cutting through the irony of the remark.

Jack smiled, grimacing slightly in Teal'c's direction, his gaze trying to convey: 'I was just kidding.'

Victor then appeared, descending the stairs like an emerging shadow, still half in the arms of Morpheus, his face marked by the tumultuous dreams of the night. He moved slowly to the kitchen, his languid movements betraying his fatigue, and grabbed a large glass of water before collapsing onto one of the armchairs in the living room, seeming to be pulled down by his own weight.

"Did you sleep well?" Sam asked, a knowing smile on her face, her eyes watching the young man with maternal affection.

Victor didn't answer and simply drank, his face reflecting the dim light of the room. His blue eyes were abysses of weariness, holding mysteries that even the greatest explorers of the galaxy would hesitate to probe.

Observing the behavior of the teenager, who at that moment, bore an uncanny resemblance to Jack in the morning, Daniel briefly closed his eyes, and a sigh of exasperation escaped him. Having to deal with two Jack O'Neill-like figures in the morning was not something he was particularly excited about.

At the same moment, reality seemed to twist, and a beam of light appeared in the living room, cutting through the space with surgical precision. Thor materialized, his impassive face contrasting with the almost supernatural glow of his appearance. Victor jumped, and his glass of water spilled on him, accentuating his morning grumpiness.

"Hello, everyone. I inform you that two of our ships are in orbit around Ivadoll," said the Asgard, his voice resonating like an echo from another dimension.

"Hello, Thor, that's perfect," replied Jack, his hand delicately guiding his glass to his lips to take a sip.

"Are there any anomalies or unusual clues that could portend an attack?" Thor inquired, his inscrutable eyes scrutinizing each of those present.

"Nothing to report, everything is quiet," Teal'c replied, his tone measured, concealing the turmoil of uncertainty.

"Yes, one might almost wonder if Kira's visions are completely opposite of what is supposed to happen," Jack remarked, his voice tinged with amused sarcasm.

In response to this comment, Daniel raised an eyebrow, "Well, Jack, what would be the advantage of being able to foresee exactly the opposite of the future?" His gaze seemed lost in the intricacies of logic.

"I have no idea, Daniel, that's for you to tell us," O'Neill retorted, a mischievous smile lighting up his face.

"I'm an archaeologist, not a seer!" Daniel replied, his tone betraying a hint of irritation.

"That's quite unfortunate," Jack commented, his smile stretching even further.

In the face of this, Daniel chose not to respond but displayed a slight pout, demonstrating his annoyance.

Thor then handed over a small, polished white rectangular stone. His eyes fixed on each member of the team, "This is a communicator. If you notice anything, contact me."

O'Neill took it, his fingers grazing the smooth surface, almost sensing the pulsations of an incomprehensible technology. Thor disappeared, like a shadow fading in the light of day.

The living room fell back into a solemn silence. Jack slid the communicator into his pocket and ordered, "Let's go find these famous bracelets."

Victor spoke up, "And what about me?" His eyes searched the room, seeking a role in this mission.

Jack turned his gaze to the young man, "Go see Kira and try to learn more about these troubling visions. If we're facing a new threat, it's best to be warned."

On Othrys, the mighty Atlas sat in his command chamber, a sanctuary of advanced technology and ancient mysticism. The walls, lined with screens and illuminated panels, glowed with a cold light, while machines hummed with activity.

Electrodes were attached to Atlas' forehead, creating an intimate connection between him and the computers surrounding him. His eyes were closed, his features strained with concentration. He seemed to be in a trance, searching for something beyond ordinary perception. The veins on his forehead bulged, pulsating with raw energy flowing between him and the machines.

After several intense minutes, the screens displayed a mysterious and distant planet - Ivadoll. A shiver ran through the room as the Kairos cube, the object of all desires, was revealed to them. A wave of satisfaction emanated from Atlas; his quest was about to be fulfilled.

Atlas opened his eyes, the light of discovery shining in his gaze. "Prepare my army," he commanded with a deep and imperious voice to the Titans present. "We are heading to Ivadoll to retrieve the Kairos cube."

However, this sense of triumph was tainted by another revelation. Atlas sensed Victor's presence on the planet, a presence he believed to be extinguished. Astonishment mixed with rage. "Victor is alive! It's impossible!" he roared, his eyes gleaming with fiery intensity.

Beside him, Calypso trembled. She already knew that Victor was alive; the necklace he always wore had betrayed his presence. She placed a hand, both tender and determined, on her father's arm. "Father, it's a sign from destiny. Victor must survive."

Atlas turned to face his daughter, "The sword did not kill him, you know very well what that means. It's either his life or mine."

"Father, I was close to him. Once he is mine, you won't have to make that choice anymore. He will be a valuable ally. Imagine our future children, the genes of the Alterans mixed with those of the Titans. We would be invincible," said Calypso.

"For now, you haven't been very effective, my dear daughter. Your Victor stood against me," retorted Atlas.

"I didn't have enough time to sway him, but I'm certain I can do it," asserted Calypso.

Atlas paused before conceding, "If you think you can do it, then fine, I will spare him, but Ivadoll must be destroyed."

Calypso smiled, relief in her eyes, but also a newfound determination. She knew what she had to do.

Atlas turned, his thoughts already focused on the upcoming battle. The cube, Victor, Ivadoll, they were all pieces in a larger game, a game only he knew the rules of.

The door to the command room closed behind Calypso, leaving Atlas alone with his thoughts. The screens continued to flicker, casting a malevolent glow on the hard features of the Titan. A shiver of anticipation hung in the air, and Calypso's words echoed in his mind.

In a dark corner of the room, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Sisyphus, his sharp gaze fixed on Atlas, as if trying to read the thoughts of his king.

"Forgive me, my lord," said Sisyphus, "I fear it may not be a good idea to unite this Alteran with your daughter. We cannot trust him."

Atlas slowly turned his head towards Sisyphus, a cold smile forming on his lips. "Do you believe, Sisyphus, that I am naive enough to entertain such an alliance?" he asked, his tone mocking.

Sisyphus bowed slightly, a satisfied smile on his face. "I never doubted it, my lord."

Atlas walked towards a large window overlooking the expanse of Othrys. "Once the Kairos Cube is in my possession, our present will change, and the Alterans will all be annihilated. Victor will then be gone and nothing more than a distant concern," he said, his eyes fixed on the machines around him.

Sisyphus approached, his gaze following Atlas'. "But if we fail to retrieve the cube or make it work, do you want me to personally take care of Victor?"

Atlas turned to him, his eyes burning with fierce determination. "Once we are on Ivadoll, keep an eye on Calypso. When my daughter finds him, then you can kill him if it pleases you."

Sisyphus bowed deeply, his mind already planning the execution. "With pleasure, my lord."

Sisyphus left the room, leaving Atlas alone with the stars and his ambitions. The complex game of power and betrayal unfolded before his eyes, with each piece falling into place.

War was imminent, and Atlas knew what he was doing. He was a player in a ruthless game, and there was no room for weakness.

SG1 had been wandering the labyrinthine alleys of the city of Ivadoll for hours. The modern buildings, though beautiful with their facades adorned with delicate sculptures, seemed to mock them, jealously guarding the secrets they had come to find. The streets were a tangle of mysteries and puzzles, and at every turn, they found only dead ends.

The city seemed to stretch on forever. The heat was suffocating, and the planet's sun beat mercilessly down on their shoulders. Sweat beaded on their foreheads, and their clothes clung to their weary bodies.

They eventually found themselves at the edge of the city, where the paved streets gave way to dirt and wild grass, and where Ivadoll's lush forest stretched its roots to the horizon. A sea of trees with shimmering leaves spread out before them.

Jack stopped abruptly, his arms crossed, his face marked by frustration. He took off his sunglasses to rub his forehead, the sweat slipping between his fingers. "We're wasting our time," he grumbled, kicking a nearby pebble. The sound echoed through the silence, an echo of his irritation. "We've gone through this damn city twice, and there's no sign of those cursed bracelets."

Daniel, whose eyes still sparkled with curiosity and optimism, tried to ease the situation. "I'm convinced they're here, somewhere."

Jack slumped down on a nearby rock, his arms stretching towards the sky in a gesture of despair. "Daniel, look around you. The bracelets could be anywhere."

Teal'c looked towards the forest that lay ahead of them. "They might be concealed elsewhere."

Daniel approached the edge of the forest, absorbed in the serenity of the landscape. "I think they must be not far from the city," he said softly, almost to himself.

Jack adjusted the tab of his boot, and his left hand rested on the rock he was sitting on. Immediately, the stone started to vibrate softly, then stronger, as if responding to his touch.

In an instant, Jack straightened up, his eyes wide with astonishment and suspicion. He raised his P90, his body tensed like a spring. Beside him, Sam reacted just as quickly, her weapon at the ready. Teal'c aimed his Jaffa staff weapon in the same direction.

A deep crack shook the ground, followed by a high-pitched whistle that cut through the air. With wide eyes, SG1 watched as three columns materialized, piercing through the rock, tall and majestic. They rose about a meter from the ground, and above two of them, bracelets shimmered in the sunlight.

Daniel's face lit up, his eyes sparkling with wonder and joy. "I told you!" he exclaimed.

They approached the columns cautiously, mesmerized by the ancient artifacts that seemed to vibrate with powerful and mystical energy. The bracelets, with their intricate designs and inscrutable symbols, exuded an aura from another time.

Daniel extended his hand solemnly, pointing to each majestic column one by one. "Here," he declared, his voice tinged with restrained and vibrant excitement, "lies the bracelet of Poseidon. And there, the one of Zeus."

Sam, captivated by Daniel's description, followed the movement of his hand. Her eyes were inevitably drawn to the bracelets themselves, wonders of antiquity shining with enchanting elegance. The first bracelet, that of Poseidon, was a masterpiece adorned with sparkling blue stones, reminiscent of the mysterious depths of the ocean.

The second one, the bracelet of Zeus, radiated with celestial power. Encrusted with pristine white gems, it evoked the lightning of the sky. The stones shimmered with an almost supernatural light, as if they were charged with electrical energy.

"There is nothing on the last column," observed Teal'c. His eyes, accustomed to deciphering the mysteries of battlefields, scrutinized the empty column, searching for a sign, an explanation.

"That is the column of Hades, where Victor's bracelet was destroyed," explained Daniel, his gaze immersed in the mysteries of the inscriptions, his mind delving into ancient legends and the myths that shaped them.

After a thorough examination of the columns, Daniel's heart was pounding with excitement and anticipation. With an almost religious caution, he reached out his hand to grab the bracelet of Poseidon. But an invisible force field suddenly materialized and forcefully pushed his hand back with a sharp crack.

The echo of the sound slowly faded, leaving a tension that vibrated in the air. Daniel, his gaze fixed on his repelled hand, seemed a bit shaken.

"And now?" Jack asked, a spark of impatience in his eyes. His face was tense, his jaw clenched. "How do we retrieve these things?"

"I'm not sure," Daniel replied, his eyes scanning the columns once again. His hands brushed against the stone, "There must be some mechanism to activate and release them."

Sam joined him, her skilled and delicate fingers gliding over the surface of the columns, exploring every detail. Her eyes lingered on a series of discreet glyphs, almost hidden within the intricate pattern of the stone.

Jack, his patience wearing thin, frustration boiling inside him like a volcano ready to erupt, also approached the columns, determined to contribute. As he touched the column of Zeus, it slightly vibrated under his hand, and the force field around the bracelet crackled, but did not dissipate.

"What did you do?" exclaimed Daniel, surprise piercing his voice, his wide eyes fixed on the vibrating columns. He could feel his heart beating faster in his chest, fear and excitement mingling.

"Nothing, I just touched it," replied Jack, equally astonished, his brows furrowed and confusion shimmering in his eyes.

"Try again, O'Neill," encouraged Teal'c with a calm and deep voice. He stood tall and composed, his dark eyes scrutinizing the scene with intense focus.

Jack complied, and the same effects occurred. The stone seemed to sing under his fingers, an ancient and elusive melody. Intrigued, O'Neill then tried the other two columns, and the results were similar. They also lit up but didn't fully unlock.

"It's strange..." murmured Daniel, his eyes sparkling with perplexity. "With you, the columns react, but they remain locked."

Teal'c's deep gaze fixed on the columns, his face impassive and sculpted like an ancient statue, his body poised in a stance of warrior respect. "Perhaps only Victor can unlock the bracelets."

"Yet they activate when Jack touches them," remarked Sam, as she reached out and brushed her fingers against the surface of one column.

Jack was eager to solve the puzzle, his fingers tapping nervously on the grip of his P90. "Should I try again?" he inquired, his tone betraying both frustration and determination.

Daniel remained focused on the inscriptions visible on the stone. His fingers traced the lines of text, his mind immersed in the depths of mythology. "No, wait. I believe these bracelets cannot be used by just any carriers of the Ancient genes. It says here that they are reserved for the heirs of the Gods."

Jack furrowed his brow, his face showing both bewilderment and frustration. "Okay, so we give up then?" he asked.

"Why?" Daniel asked, raising an inquisitive look to his friend.

"I don't know my entire family tree, Daniel, but I'm pretty sure there's no God in there," Jack retorted, his tone bordering on irritation, his posture betraying a mix of resignation and ironic humor.

"It's not about actual Gods, Jack. The Ivadollans referred to the Ancients who stayed on this planet as such," Daniel corrected.

"Yeah, well, you get what I mean," Jack replied with a dismissive wave of his hand, as if to brush off the idea.

Lost in his thoughts, Daniel started verbalizing his ideas. "Victor activated the bracelet of Hades. Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus were brothers. The three columns reacted to his touch." He ran an anxious hand through his hair, his gaze fixed on an invisible point, the spark of understanding dancing in his eyes. "It's possible that the other two bracelets are associated with Victor's brothers, or perhaps... sisters."

"What?!" Jack and Sam exclaimed simultaneously, their faces paling, their eyes widening in utter astonishment.

"I mean that..." Daniel began.

Jack interrupted sharply, "Daniel, I understood perfectly what you just said, but I remind you that he has neither brother nor sister."

O'Neill glanced quickly at Sam, still shocked by the archaeologist's deductions, her body tense with surprise.

"Not yet," Daniel retorted, his eyes still fixed on the inscriptions, his voice tinged with a certain assurance.

"Not yet what?!" Jack exclaimed, his face tense with growing irritation, his voice becoming strained.

"He doesn't have them yet," Daniel reaffirmed, locking eyes with Jack in a destabilizing intensity.

Jack, in a gesture of frustration, rolled his eyes. The tension was palpable, an electric energy saturating the air.

"Maybe Sam is pregnant," Daniel suggested, deliberately trailing his hand in Carter's direction.

Sam almost choked, "I am not pregnant, Daniel!" Her words cut through the air, sharp, her body trembling under the impact of the insinuation.

"Are you sure?" Daniel insisted, his voice gentle but unwavering.

Jack erupted, his cheeks reddening with a mix of anger and embarrassment, "That's enough, Daniel, you're talking nonsense!"

Daniel jumped to his feet, a defiant spark burning in his eyes, "Am I talking nonsense?! Tell me it's not possible!"

"We take precautions!" Sam's voice was sharp, her gaze fixed on Daniel, but her face betrayed growing fear, her eyes filled with lingering doubt.

"The same precautions taken with Victor?" Daniel retorted, his gaze shifting between his two friends.

Jack and Sam were taken aback, their words fraying in the air, the possibility of it being a possibility terrifying them.

"So what? Sam and I have to have more children for these weapons to work? The Titans will have conquered the entire universe by then!" Jack's words echoed with palpable anxiety in his voice.

"Yes, indeed, it's a problem," Daniel admitted.

"Oh, you think?!" Jack retorted.

Daniel raised his hands in a calming gesture, his eyes fixed on Jack, "It's just a theory."

"Then come up with another one, Daniel!" Jack growled, his face contorted with worry and frustration. He nervously moved towards the columns, trying to find a solution.

Daniel was about to respond when the sound of hurried footsteps broke their conversation. Ayden and Victor appeared at the edge of the trees, their faces pale, marked by exhaustion and tension. Their wide eyes betrayed deep confusion.

Victor bent his knees, placing his hands on them, trying to catch his breath. "We went to Kira's, but she wasn't there. We searched every corner, but no trace of her."

Ayden spoke up, his words rushed, "No one has seen her."

A tense silence settled, only disturbed by the soft whispers of the surrounding forest. However, Daniel seemed elsewhere, his gaze fixed on the mystical columns and the bracelets encased in force fields. An idea was forming in his mind, and he turned to the two teenagers. "It's fortunate you're here; perhaps you could help us," he suggested, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "You should try activating these columns."

Jack turned abruptly to Daniel, "No way. Leave the kids out of this," he ordered.

"Jack, are you kidding me?! You just told me to consider other options!" Daniel retorted, his hands flying in the air to emphasize his words, his expression a mix of frustration and confusion.

While Jack and Daniel engaged in a tense argument, Victor and Ayden exchanged curious glances, intrigue and adventure sparkling in their eyes. Without a word, they moved forward, approaching the columns cautiously. Victor went to the one of Zeus, Ayden to the one of Poseidon, their hands reaching out towards the ancient stone.

"Victor, Ayden, be careful!" roared Teal'c, his deep voice mixing authority and concern.

At these words, Jack and Daniel stopped their animated discussion, their heads turning as one to watch the duo.

Their worries turned out to be unnecessary, as no reaction occurred. Not even a glimmer from the stone, not a breath of energy. They switched places, hope still alive in their eyes, but still, nothing.

The atmosphere grew tense, a heavy silence settling in, each one holding their breath, disappointment mixing with frustration.

Finally, Victor, with a determined look, approached the last column, the one without a bracelet. When he touched it, the entire column lit up and remained that way, glowing with a supernatural light.

Daniel made a small leap of satisfaction, a triumphant smile lighting up his face. He pointed at Victor, "Ah, I told you that..."

"Not another word, Daniel! Not another word!" growled Jack, his index finger on his lips, his face twisted with uncontrollable frustration and anticipation. Jack knew exactly what Daniel was about to say, and he definitely didn't want to hear it.

As the tension slightly subsided, Ayden felt something pulling his gaze towards the horizon. In the distance, a mysterious glimmer sparkled among a cluster of rocks, and an inexplicable attraction drew him in. Without even realizing it, he broke away from the group, his steps guided by this enchanting glow.

As he reached the rocks, he discovered a strange stone hidden in the shadows, emitting a soft and otherworldly glow. It seemed to be calling to him, a silent melody resonating in his heart. Enchanted, he extended his hand, and as he touched the stone, an intense light burst forth, revealing mysterious inscriptions that danced like a forgotten language. A high-pitched whistling sound echoed, and suddenly, an artifact adorned with gold and precious stones emerged, floating above the rock.

"What is this?" exclaimed Ayden, his eyes wide with wonder and disbelief. He couldn't take his eyes off the sparkling object.

"It looks like a scepter," replied Daniel, his voice tinged with a mixture of fascination and reverence. His eyes were fixed on the engravings, his hands barely trembling as he leaned in to study the inscriptions. He could read the words, "The Protector of the Gods."

"You think it could be a weapon?" Sam asked, her eyes betraying an insatiable curiosity.

"I don't know," replied Daniel, still perplexed, but his eyes were ablaze with the fervor of discovery. He continued to scrutinize the inscriptions, every line, every symbol.

An eloquent silence settled, each one pondering the implications of this discovery. Ayden felt irresistibly drawn to the scepter, an inexplicable connection forming between him and the object.

As he approached, reaching out for the object, the scepter softly illuminated, but his movement was interrupted by distant screams. Everyone turned, and Kira was running towards them, shouting at the top of her lungs.

"The Titans! The Titans are attacking us!" she gasped, her face pale with terror.

"Did you have another vision?" Sam asked, concerned.

"No! The Titans are here! I saw them coming through the Stargate! They're attacking us!" Kira said, in complete panic.

As the last words left her lips, the sounds of explosions echoed in the distance. Smoke appeared around the dwellings, rising into the sky like a sinister omen.

Jack took out the Asgard communicator from his pocket and activated it, "Thor! The Titans are attacking. You'll need to review your security measures concerning the Ivadoll Gate because apparently, they had no trouble getting through!"

"I am aware, O'Neill. We are currently under attack by one of their ships," replied the Asgard, Thor's voice sharp and uneasy.

The communication abruptly cut off, leaving a chilling silence. Jack was unable to reach him again.

Fear painted Victor's face. Panicked, he sprinted frantically towards his home, seeking to find his parents. Jack cursed and, in a swift decision, ordered Daniel and Sam to stay with Ayden and Kira to try activating the sceptre. Then, with unwavering determination, he chased after Victor, with Teal'c by his side, their strides echoing the urgency of the situation.

Victor had rushed into the heart of the city, his feet pounding the pavement with frantic urgency. The sounds of Titan's fire grew louder, flashes of greenish light illuminating the horizon as their weapons discharged devastating power. They were destroying everything in their path, reducing buildings to rubble and turning streets into chaos. The cries of the inhabitants echoed throughout the city, a cacophony of terror and despair.

Jack and Teal'c, their muscles tense and senses alert, struggled to keep up with Victor. A Titan attack suddenly blocked their path. A bright blast struck a nearby tower, causing the building to tremble before collapsing with a roar of stone and metal. They had to dive to the side, the force of the explosion throwing them to the ground. Debris flew all around them, and dust rose in a suffocating cloud.

Teal'c was the first to get back up, helping Jack to his feet. "O'Neill, I can't see him anymore," he said, his voice deep.

"I think he's heading back home," Jack replied, his eyes scanning the devastated streets.

They resumed their race, dodging obstacles and making their way through the ruined city. The deafening noise of explosions and screams was ever-present, a constant reminder of the threat that loomed over them.

Meanwhile, Victor continued to run without pause, his feet pounding the pavement, each beat of his heart an echo of the fear gnawing at his soul. His thoughts were consumed with his parents, tormented by the fear that they might have been caught in the Titan attack. He prayed that they had managed to escape the destruction, his lungs burning, his muscles screaming in pain as he ran through the once-familiar streets, now disfigured by violence.

The world around him had become a chaos of ashes and fire, the cries and explosions forming an infernal cacophony. Victor stopped in an alleyway shielded from the shots, catching his breath, his lungs heaving after the frantic run, his head spinning with the rush of adrenaline.

At that moment, a hand seemingly appearing out of nowhere grabbed him by the collar and pulled him further into the alleyway. Victor tried to struggle, his eyes wide with surprise, his survival instinct taking over. But he quickly realized that the hand belonged to someone he knew well. Calypso stood before him, her face concerned yet resolute, a calm strength in her posture.

"What are you doing here?!" Victor shouted, rage and confusion contorting his face. He gripped her by the neck and pressed her against a wall, his fingers tightening around her throat. "How did you find me?!"

Calypso tried to calm him, placing her hands on his wrists, her gaze imploring. "Through my necklace... You still wear it. I came for you," she said, her voice gentle but firm, her eyes locked with his.

Victor's fingers tightened a little more around Calypso's neck, the tension in his body palpable. "For me?! You're causing all of this destruction!"

Calypso, even though trapped in his grasp, remained steadfast, her determination infusing strength into her words. "I do not agree with my father's actions. If I came here, it is to save you," she articulated, each word weighed and charged with urgency.

Victor loosened his grip slightly, his eyes searching hers, seeking the truth. "Save me from what?!" he cried, his face inches from hers, his warm breath on her skin, the pain in his eyes reflecting an abyss of betrayal and despair.

"From my father, he wants you dead. Join us, and he will spare you, and together, we will rule the universe," murmured Calypso. She gently touched his cheek, her hand cold and delicate, contrasting with the warmth of his skin. She leaned closer, her lips near his, her words whispered like an enchanting melody, and the young man did not move. A faint bluish vapor escaped Calypso's breath and entered Victor's mouth.

The effect was immediate and disorienting. Victor felt a strange sensation enveloping him, one he had experienced before, as if a veil had settled over his mind. His gaze was locked onto Calypso's, and he couldn't think of anything else but her – her face, her scent, the softness of her skin. He released his grip completely, his arms falling to his sides, his resistance dissipating like morning mist. Calypso smiled at him and kissed him, a long and intoxicating kiss, and Victor didn't resist.

That's when Sisyphus emerged from the shadows, his sinister silhouette casting an imminent threat. He pushed Calypso aside and lunged at Victor, delivering a powerful blow to his chest. Victor writhed in pain, the force of the impact snapping him out of his stupor, bringing him back to reality.

A fight ensued, with Sisyphus fueled by ferocious fury, striking with brutal force, his fists flying in every direction. But Victor, although dazed, was not defenseless. He was skilled in combat, his muscles reacting instinctively, deftly dodging and counter-attacking with razor-sharp precision.

The blows rained down in a chaotic cacophony, the sound of impacts echoing like a war drum. Sisyphus and Victor clashed with a fervor that defied comprehension. A hook thrown by Sisyphus was evaded, and Victor retaliated with a knee strike that found its mark in his opponent's gut. The pain, though sharp, was overshadowed, drowned in adrenaline and determination.

Calypso watched in terror as the two fighters lunged at each other, "Sisyphus! Stop!"

Sisyphus paid no heed to her pleas. His eyes, ablaze with rage, remained fixed on Victor, and he finally managed to grab him by the arm, hurling him against the wall with brutal force. Victor winced but rose almost instantly, a defiant glint in his eyes.

The fight intensified, with both warriors drawing on their reserves. Victor seemed to have the upper hand, his determination to protect his loved ones and his world granting him a supernatural vigor.

Sisyphus, in turn, began to show signs of weakness. His strikes were less precise, his breathing became more labored, and Victor noticed and seized the opportunity.

With lightning speed, he delivered a swift kick to Sisyphus' knee, causing him to stagger. A cry of pain escaped Sisyphus' lips, and Victor followed up with a powerful punch to the temple.

Sisyphus collapsed, his lifeless body sprawled on the alley floor.

Victor stood over him, panting, the reality of pain and exhaustion hitting him suddenly. His eyes met those of Calypso, wide and lost. Without a word, without a shred of remorse, Victor turned around and bolted out of the alley, leaving the young woman behind.

Calypso, a tumult of rage and confusion in her eyes, leaned over her defeated friend. "I had him!" she cried, her face contorted with anger. "You're just a dark idiot!"

Victor's thoughts were focused on his home, on his parents. He hoped they were safe, that the Titans hadn't found them. Every second counted.

He ran through the streets of the ruined city, dodging debris, the cries of panic and pain echoing in the air. Distant explosions shook the ground, and black smoke obscured the sky.

He didn't stop running, fear and hope propelling him forward. He had to find them. He had to make sure they were safe.

Finally, he arrived at his house, his heart pounding in his chest. The door was slightly ajar, and there were no signs of struggle. He paused for a moment, gathering his courage, then entered, ready to face whatever awaited him inside.

The wind had taken a chilling turn, whistling through the cracks of the open door. The house was silent and cold. Victor felt a growing sense of unease as he called out, his voice trembling with worry, "Father! Mother! Are you here?"

Victor's heart skipped a beat as he discovered a horrifying scene in the kitchen. His mother, Hilda, lay on the floor, her eyes lifeless and vacant, a trickle of blood escaping from her mouth.

"No!" Victor screamed, his voice broken with pain.

He rushed to her, falling to his knees by her side, his trembling hands gently touching her cold face. His mind refused to comprehend, refusing to accept the icy reality that struck him with full force.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, each drop a symbol of the anguish tearing him apart. He held her in his arms, cradling her gently, as if that simple gesture could bring her back to life.

"I'm sorry, mother," he sobbed, his face buried in her hair. "It's all my fault... I'm so sorry."

To be continued...