Seven days and seven nights later.
A stream of brilliant golden light descended from Mount of the God of War. A figure in a black trench coat traced a graceful parabola through the air as he was hurled out of the Sanctuary.
Tsk, how rough. Didn't she still have strength left?
The ancient serpent rose from the mountain path, dusted himself off, and looked back toward Athena's temple, his eyes seeming somewhat reluctant to leave.
Bang!
Not only did the tightly shut doors show no sign of opening, but even the pillar of light behind the ancient serpent seemed to recoil in fright, rapidly twisting and vanishing as it severed the connection between the Sanctuary and the mortal world.
Tch, I gave you a chance, and you still couldn't handle it...
Samael shook his head ruefully, looking rather melancholy. Yet beneath his frustration, a hidden darkness and teasing amusement surfaced in his deep eyes.
To be fair, when it came to promises involving someone's dignity, he had always believed in keeping his word.
If he promised to make someone's ass bloom, then he would absolutely make someone's ass bloom.
Though the method was somewhat unusual, the ancient serpent could guarantee that for quite a long while, the other party's ass would not be able to close properly, and she would remember this profound lesson well.
In theory, after returning to the Sanctuary, the War Goddess would surely receive the support of the terrain. Her endurance and physical strength would improve across the board, and even the duration of her complete goddess transformation would be extended severalfold.
Athena had been full of confidence in this battle.
So when she shut the doors and tried to keep him all to herself, she had not held back at all.
Yet reality was that