"Athena…"
In the divine palace, Polos sat upon his throne, resting his head on his hand as he murmured the name. His two-toned eyes, violet and red, reflected different emotions.
In the end, Polos shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it any further. Instead, he quietly withdrew his thoughts.
There was plenty of time.
Polos wasn't in a rush. He could wait patiently.
Everything would eventually unfold, and it was bound to become quite interesting.
The second Holy War! What would the outcome be? Who could possibly know?
Polos waited in silence, fiddling with an object in his hand, seemingly deep in thought. After a while, he whispered softly, "Hades, I owe you a favor. So, I'll repay it."
The item Polos held was a gift of power and duty, something Hestia had once given to Zeus.
However, too much had happened since then, and this gift had never been used. Now, Polos understood its true purpose.
But…
It no longer mattered. Polos knew that since the gift was now in his possession, and Hades had helped him, he could return it to Hades as a favor.
Everything had already been anticipated by Polos. All he needed to do was wait.
It wasn't a big problem.
…
The Mortal Realm!
At this moment.
Metis and Prometheus had arrived in the Mortal Realm.
"..."
The two gods of wisdom stood in silence. In Metis' arms was an infant—her second child.
Athena, the Goddess of War, Victory, and Wisdom!
Yes, Athena.
She was the second-generation goddess of wisdom.
However!
Athena's birth was a deliberate choice by Metis and Prometheus. For these two gods of wisdom, could they have left the heavens without a plan?
No! They couldn't.
It was no joke. Metis and Prometheus had no choice but to align themselves with one of the God-Kings. If they had chosen to retreat?
Heh…
They would have had to pay with their lives. The gods would never forgive the actions of these two, no matter how wise they were.
That was the reality.
By submitting to a God-King, they would be spared, but if they chose to leave, who knew what fate would await them?
Death!
For gods, losing their lives wasn't the worst part. Sometimes, death was just the beginning. What followed—the torment, the punishment—that was the true fear.
For this reason.
Metis and Prometheus had only one choice. If they didn't align themselves with a God-King, they would undoubtedly meet a tragic end.
"Is it here?"
Metis gazed into the distance and murmured, "The Sanctuary?"
A divine force emanated from Athena, guiding Metis and Prometheus. Soon, the two gods of wisdom arrived at a mountain in the Mortal Realm.
A glow of divine power emerged from Athena.
In the next moment, a portal appeared on the mountainside, and the two gods stepped inside with Athena.
As soon as they entered.
Suddenly!
A boundless surge of divine power flowed into Athena. The infant goddess began to float in the air, rapidly maturing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a few moments.
A beautiful woman with purple hair, dressed in a white gown and red high heels, floated gracefully. She slowly descended to the ground.
"Mother."
Athena spoke softly, smiling at Metis. She bore about sixty percent of Metis' features, but the remaining forty percent was even more perfect, as if every flaw Metis might have had was removed, making her flawless.
It could be said.
Metis was already an extraordinarily perfect goddess. But Athena's birth had eliminated any possible imperfections, making her the epitome of a perfect goddess.
At this moment.
Just by standing there, Athena radiated perfection—not mere beauty, but true perfection.
"Hail, Lady Athena!"
Prometheus knelt respectfully on the ground, not daring to overstep his boundaries. Prometheus knew his place—he was a servant. To overstep would displease any master, no matter who they were.
Athena looked at Prometheus, smiled, and said calmly, "Rise."
"Yes!"
Prometheus stood.
Athena then turned, and in an instant, the special space around them shimmered with dazzling light.
The 88 constellations glowed in the sky.
Indeed!
This was the Sanctuary, now shining with magnificent brilliance.
With a flick of Athena's finger, 88 beams of light descended, forming 88 temples. Inside each temple was a Sacred Cloth, a divine armor belonging to each constellation.
88 constellations.
88 Sacred Cloths.
88 temples.
88 Saints.
This!
This would be the future power of the Sanctuary, the power of Athena. As the final God-King of the fourth generation, Athena would be the newly born ruler in the Greek Pantheon within the Mythical World.
With this new era's dawn, it was clear that things had come to an end.
At this time.
Athena extended her hand, and tendrils of divine power spread from the earth beneath them. The Sanctuary was a gift from the Mythical World to Athena.
Just like Hades' Underworld Stars, Poseidon's Atlantis, and Zeus' Mount Olympus.
Now!
The Sanctuary was Athena's gift. She was now reclaiming her God-King's authority.
Athena represented the power of the Earth Goddess.
But!
This power had long been held by the true Earth Goddess. Would that goddess willingly hand over her authority to Athena?
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