"Father..."
The dagger fell to the ground, the black and red aura that twined around it had already retracted back into the blade.
Compared to when it started, it had obviously grown much more powerful.
Clearly, in a very short span of time, this power still eroded and assimilated a great deal of vitality.
But without a target, it seemed to be 'playing dead', this source of the fall of the King of Athens concealing all its aura, resembling a mere ordinary weapon.
However, in the silent temple, Andrea, who had witnessed everything, was clearly not deceived by its appearance.
Stepping forward, she grasped the sword that was thrust into the ground. In an instant, countless pieces of knowledge surged towards her, yet they were not at all chaotic.
The experiences and wisdom of a mortal demigod over a century were all left here, followed by a powerful force.
Although this was no match for Theseus at his peak, it was sufficient to suppress Athens at this moment.
