Amidst the rubble and collapsed buildings, only a slender figure weaved through. The ground was littered with broken wood and stone, but this was thanks to the fact that these palaces were the dwellings of deities, after all. If it weren't for the residual divine power protecting them, they would have likely ended up like those lives caught in an unjust disaster, not even leaving a body behind.
Thus, following a faint intuition, the goddess quickly moved through the ruins of the collapsed buildings. The roaring outside the mountain grew fiercer as if the warring parties had finally realized something and were frantically unleashing their power.
Now and then, some shockwaves would strike Mount of the Gods, but Athena foresaw them and avoided each one. Until at a certain moment, stepping over an overturned column, the goddess, who appeared no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, finally found her destination.
