"Then which one of you belongs to Athena?"
Ophelia Silvers, a devoted follower of Athena, strutted forward, her shoulders swinging in a confident air. "That would be me," she declared, "And I will be the one to kill you in the name of Athena herself!"
Interestingly enough, Altair only smiled, his gaze assessing the young lady with azure blue eyes. "Athena, this one seems to be quite a handful. Erect a spatial isolation barrier for me, and you have my word. I won't kill her."
The Heavens replied as a sudden fixture of silence engulfed the entire city below. The mournful cries plaguing the city seemed to dissipate as the morning light took on a lighter consistency. They all felt as if they had teleported into another realm.
"It seems your master doesn't have much fate in you," Altair said, his smile turning cruel.
Ophelia's face contorted into an ugly grimace as she glared. "I—"
