His eyes were filled with intense resentment and a sense of loss.
"There's no going back."
“I am already one of Viktor’s men.”
When these words were spoken, even Athena herself was unaware of the immense shock they caused.
The once composed goddess of justice lowered her head, her gaze falling heavily upon her.
The two human masters sat to one side, both frowning, their expressions extremely grim.
In the audience, Lia frowned deeply, her tone displeased.
"When did he hook up with another goddess?"
Of course, Athena was unaware of these reactions.
All she knew was that since she had chosen to follow Viktor, she had to stick to her path to the bitter end.
Even if I can't regain my divine status, as long as I can bring them back home...
That's enough.
As Athena finished her righteous and awe-inspiring speech, the atmosphere on the field seemed to change once again.
The three gods on the human side stand in stark contrast to the three behind Victor.
It seems there was never any betrayal behind Viktor from the very beginning.
That's what makes them look like true gods.
They lowered their brows, their cold gazes fixed on the arena below, their eyes flashing with contempt.
It was as if they were scrutinizing a group of defeated generals.
In silence, in confrontation.
clang--
The hammer of the god of fire slammed down, and the heavy sound of steel echoed throughout the entire arena.
He blew on the flames, and the sparks that danced on his beard reflected in the iron longsword he had just finished in his hand.
Vulcan released the anvil and picked up the red-hot iron longsword.
With his other hand, he put down the hammer and slowly slid it across the scorching blade.
A finger swept across, sending sparks flying.
Then, the weapon seemed to glow with holy light, its entire body shining brilliantly.
Vulcan held the newly forged divine weapon in his hand, his cold gaze fixed on Cupid in the distance.
And almost simultaneously.
"Is that enough?"
Viktor's calm voice rang out softly, and the sullen man behind him nodded calmly.
Viktor slowly raised one arm, his forearm slightly bent, and gently swung it forward.
It was as if a general had issued a decisive order.
"Then leave none behind."
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