Saint Seiya World Comes to an End

Returning to the Saint Seiya World, Yota had barely appeared when a streak of red light pounced on him. The God of Fire wore an ecstatic expression as he trembled and stroked Yota's Cloth.

Judging by Hephaestus's expression, he was just short of licking it with his tongue. Yota figured he had never cared this much even about the goddess of beauty, his own wife.

However, the Cloth released a golden halo that directly sent the God of Craftsmen tumbling.

"Such powerful strength, such astonishing spirituality!" Rather than becoming angry, Hephaestus looked delighted. "The power of this armor is far beyond what I imagined!"

"It's far stronger than the two I made myself!"

"Unfortunately, the craftsmanship is still a little rough... it lacks a bit of insight. Otherwise, it would be even more perfect."

The two items the God of Fire referred to as his own creations had been made from metals from other universes Yota had given him, along with some lower-grade compressed materials that he was capable of processing. They were what he considered his most perfect works.

Although the God of Craftsmen could not process the core of a galaxy, processing things like compressed stars was no problem for him. Those materials were already several times better than anything he had used before.

Aside from the Divine Cloth he had made for himself, the other one had been made for Athena. It was not that Yota was unwilling to make Athena a better Divine Cloth; rather, when one's own strength was insufficient, an overly powerful Cloth itself became a form of pressure and would further limit its wearer's potential.

Athena spoke of herself as a frog at the bottom of a well, but she was actually quite proud. She could not accept a Divine Cloth made by