Late at night, Athens.
Almost instantaneously as the Goddess of Beauty's divine power burst forth above Eryxis, the sacred image in the temple shimmered with twilight; in a high tower outside the City of Athens, the previously closed-eyed, solemn Hermes opened his eyes.
Before him, twelve crystal-clear, dazzling crystal stones were arranged in a mysterious trajectory, floating up and down in the air.
The next moment, the crystal stones flickered twice and then the luster dimmed.
"It's still lacking a bit."
A trace of regret flitted across his eyes, the attempt had failed again, but this time, success seemed not as far away as before, at the least, he could see some glimmers of dawn.
However, these were matters to be considered later. Gathering the crystal stones, Hermes gazed toward the northwestern sky.
