Hearing Athena say that she herself was the will of Destiny, Ian narrowed his eyes. His silver-gray pupils contracted slightly, as if they had caught some signal full of information.
"What do you know?"
He asked softly, his tone calm yet impossible to ignore. Athena did not answer immediately. Instead, she first glanced at the other Wizards in the barn, who were still reeling in shock.
The atmosphere inside the barn instantly grew grave. The Wizards had been immersed in shock and awe, but now an indescribable pressure enveloped them.
It was as though some invisible force filled the air.
"I know certain secrets."
Her gaze swept over them, and it was as though an invisible force brushed across their minds—the next instant.
"Thud!"
A young witch collapsed without warning, hitting the floor heavily and losing consciousness. Then the other Wizards fainted one after another, as though struck by some silent divine power, without even a chance to struggle. Every Wizard fell without warning, sinking into slumber as if a spell had been cast upon them.
The gap between deities and ordinary Wizards truly was as vast as heaven and earth. Athena had merely acted slightly, and every ordinary Wizard had dropped to the ground without realizing what had happened.
Only Ian and Athena remained in the barn.
The silence was terrifying.
"Now, we can talk." Athena's voice was low and calm. Looking at the unconscious Wizards, her expression remained composed. "They should not hear these words."
Ian did not object.
He merely waited quietly for her to continue.
Athena walked to the wooden table in the center of the barn, her fingertips lightly tracing the rough surface as though organizing her thoughts.
"Zeus had always been searching for a way to surpass himself. He knew Olympus's rule would not