"You are no less capable than my father's Praetorian Guard."
This was Athena's assessment of Amon.
As part of the preliminary plan, she had reviewed records of Amon following the Emperor on secret missions beyond Earth. She also knew the true identity and secrets of Praetorian Commander Constantine inside out. Amon was an exceptional warrior, an eternally focused protector, a master of mass warfare, and a watcher who secretly observed the social system created by the Regent. These were all genetic gifts the Emperor had created for him based on his talents. In truth, Athena greatly hoped that the Praetorian Guard could spar with Zeus's warriors. Even though she knew that Mount Olympus's Praetorian Guard, who knew nothing but indulgence, could never compare to the Emperor's Praetorian Guard, who remained focused, calm, and precise at all times, the only outcome would be for Mount Olympus's Praetorian Guard to be slaughtered like livestock. The thought excited Athena. Zeus's era had lasted far too long. It was time for the pocket dimension known as Mount Olympus to enter its next age.
The Greek Pantheon styled itself as Earth's rightful orthodoxy. Its social concepts had emerged from the blending of different cultures and social environments across Mesopotamia, Crete, Ancient Egypt, and Ancient Greece, combined with the spiritual nature of the Ancient God bloodline. Athena believed that the Emperor came from the Ancient God bloodline, and since the Praetorian Guard had been created by the Emperor, they too were members of that bloodline and should naturally become useful pieces in the war she planned. At least, that was what she believed, because she considered her plan no more than an insignificant interlude in the Emperor's grand design. No matter what, the Emperor would be pleased to see her ascend Mount Olympus. Mount Olympus had