The Pinnacle Of Life

“For one to don the crown, one must also bear the weight of it!”

Athena looked at the silent deity of herself that sat on the throne. The look on her face was determined, but underneath it was also a hint of sadness. Finally, Athena closed her eyes, and crystal drops of tears slid down her ears.

Slowly, she placed the crown on top of her head.

Woosh!

A surge of divine power rippled through the air. It rushed out from Athena’s body on the throne, and with the crown on her head as the medium, the power entered her current body.

In the next instance, the hair on the puppet’s body that Athena was in gradually changed. It first turned purple before growing out quickly.

The aura her body exuded kept changing constantly, rippling with divine power, which was both ancient and holy.

have changed

turned into

the deity Athena which sat on the throne, seemed to have lost all support. She fell down, clattering and

current Athena was covered in a divine light. Her purple hair fluttered even though there was no wind, and the olive crown sat atop her head. Wasn’t

leaned over and picked up the golden shield that had fallen

the Athena who had been

to time, sanctioned through

me to the dawn

“Awaken, my knights!”

was bathed in dazzling, holy light, and the battle intent in the air

them were startled and subconsciously

Both felt a surge of divine power enveloping their

divine. It felt

filled with fighting intent, harmonious yet