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Gazing at the figure disappearing into the horizon, Athena, who had been rooted to the door, felt an inexplicable shudder of fear, as if sensing something ominous was about to happen.
It was just a trip out, as usual, this cheeky young man was slippery as an eel, always taking advantage and never at a loss, how could anything possibly go wrong?
Well, perhaps I'm just overthinking it.
Athena reassured herself, yet unconsciously her fingers tore a piece of parchment into shreds.
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Meanwhile, a white seagull skimmed rapidly over the sea, as if fleeing from some catastrophic beast.
Behind it, a youth with sea-green hair, armored and belted with a bow and arrows, holding a cross-spear, was chasing the seagull relentlessly aboard a majestic black Pegasus.
This was the revelation of fate, and a perfect match bestowed upon him by Father God Zeus.
