–Scylla, your time has over.
–What are you talking about, Father? I am still alive! With my regeneration power, these injuries can be healed in a year or two.
–That is not the point, Scylla ... You went berserk, and almost killed Hera who was about to stop my conflict with Zeus. You... You can no longer stay in the Heavenly Throne.
–Father, was I wrong for trying to kill the wife of your—
–Yes, Scylla. You are a danger I can't control. You are a failure that needs to be put down before you do anymore harm to the Gods in the Heavenly Throne.
–This... This is ridiculous! I-I won't admit this!
A memory that Scylla had long tried to forget sprung up. It was about the day when she was kicked out of the Heavenly Throne—the day where she fled to the Mortal World, carrying injuries she received from the battle and her father.
She had endured countless of hardships prior to the event, but never had she felt that hurt. Her father's betrayal had hurt her physically and mentally.
