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"Heh heh, so no matter the reason, no matter how you managed to do it... just let my sister assess your abilities. And now, her strength is just right for the task."
The weakest of the Primordial Gods, Gaia's strongest suit was defense rather than offense, which is why she could hold her own for a while against those far more powerful than herself but also had trouble winning outright against those she should have been able to defeat.
Thus, if the third-generation Divine King really had some tricks up his sleeve, using Gaia as a proof of his abilities was the best choice.
With a light chuckle, Erebus's gaze briefly swept over the world. He paused slightly over the Land of Eternal Night and Nether Moon before taking a step out.
Perhaps he had been a bit too active of late, and vaguely, the Lord of Darkness actually felt some ominous premonitions stemming from the present world. But regardless, at least before this epoch ended, this would not yet provoke too direct a response from the laws of the current world.
As one of the Ancient Gods, Erie was a boundary between this world and the outer realms and had yet to do anything that truly threatened the order of the present world. As for the future...
Shaking his head slightly, Erebus did not dwell on these thoughts for the road still lay ahead, one step at a time.
And so, silently, the Lord of Darkness once again left his domain. This time, his destination was Olympus.
However, today was different; sounds of clamor rose from all corners of the city. Spectacular phenomena in the sky drew people out of their homes, gathering in twos and threes, marveling at this majestic sight they had never before beheld.
"Divine birth, such a familiar scene, and her name... Goddess of Wisdom, embodiment of Victory and Art, Pallas Athena. She must be strong, just like the astrological predictions, a deity 'surpassing her mother.'"
Sitting beside the pinnacle of a spire, Hecate swung her legs, looking distantly at the aurora that covered the heavens. In her hands, she held a shiny crystal ball, absentmindedly tapping it, while in her mind, she couldn't help but recall past memories.
Before becoming a deity, she had walked the Earth for thousands of years, but that time felt short to her, as if it had passed in a flash. Yet, after achieving godhood, even though just a few hundred years had gone by, Hecate felt the time was long, so long that her memories had begun to blur.
Even though Hecate did not like Metis much before she met Zeus, witnessing her disappearance and her daughter's emergence still moved her with an indescribable sense of contemplation.
The Goddess of Wisdom, it seemed, was not as wise as she thought herself to be. Hecate wondered if her daughter would be the same.
"That's why, Artemis, you must remember to keep your distance from Golden Mane; although he is your father, he is no good," Hecate warned, serious-faced as she turned to Artemis once more.
Just like Apollo had grown up, the Goddess presiding over Wilderness and the New Moon had also come of age. Standing beside Hecate, dressed in a light green cinched-waist short dress, tall and slender, donning a moon crown, she radiated with vitality and confidence.
Her smile was beautiful, as glorious as the spectacle in the sky, lifting the spirits of Artemis as well.
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