The clash between the wind currents and the birds that formed because of it raged wildly.
The god came forward with every passing second as he attacked relentlessly, while Sam is much more composed. No matter how many attacks came, he only focused on blocking them and he returned exactly the same number of attacks back to the god.
He is testing the god out.
Giving off a feeling that Sam is confident and stable enough to not even bother initiating an attack of his own. He is just sitting there in his position with a smile on his face.
"Is this also your doing? A Bastard Named Sam that is challenging the authority of the Olympus?"
Sam opened his eyes for the first time.
By now the god is very close to the winged mountains and he just spewed these words out. Sam gritted his teeth in slight anger. He must say that he grew a lot of tolerance for this word, but that doesn't mean he is not angry about it.
