The world was unpredictable. Before today, Artemis would never have imagined that she, one of the Twelve Main Gods of Olympus, would be treated as nothing more than an extra.
How could her pride possibly take that?
The Hunting Goddess felt every muscle in her body trembling with rage at having her dignity trampled. Before she knew it, her voice had grown shrill.
"Impossible!"
Luna's face remained expressionless. "What you think doesn't matter."
With a casual gesture, she projected images of Susanna, Isis, Alei, and the others.
Artemis had never lacked discernment. At a glance, she recognized the former nobility of these goddesses. They possessed divine power that mortals could only look up to.
Some had been goddesses with Powerful Divine Power, some former queens of the gods, and some rulers who controlled entire planets. But all their glorious pasts had become history. Now they were nothing more than the God King's personal maids, dressed in maid uniforms.
The feeling of being dragged down from the clouds and trampled into the dirt left Artemis utterly devastated.
She gritted her teeth and shrieked, "I will never submit!"
Luna gave her a calm glance. "As I said, whether you submit or not doesn't matter. My master won't even bother to come see you."
Being so scorned filled Artemis with instinctive anger, but Luna's words were like a bucket of cold water dumped over her head.
She realized that her absence was what mattered most to Lein and Hera.
For a moment, Artemis was struck dumb.
She didn't even notice when Luna left.
When she came to, she was alone in the vast room. She looked around. The walls were inscribed with characters completely unfamiliar to her, and the formidable divine power emanating from them kept her own powers firmly suppressed.
She was