"At least I have never seen any record of the Divine King being torn apart and hung on Olympus by Typhon."
A faint smile played upon Athena's lips, almost conveying a hint of happiness. She caressed the sleeve of her right hand, silently praising her own handiwork.
Even during the crisis of the gods' escape, she was not the slightest bit flustered; she had even found time to change her attire, which naturally had its reasons. The former was obviously due to being well-prepared, while the latter was simply because the so-called 'armor' of the era was somewhat peculiar, looking quite at odds with a goddess's aesthetic.
In terms of daily attire, there was the black dress born with Nyx, and the various knowledge spread throughout the Spirit Realm by Laine, meaning their design had actually become more 'modernized'. But by comparison, the rest still conformed to the traditional culture of Ancient Greece.
