Goddess Athena

Bang!

The barn doors were smashed open, and the temple knights scrambled out, rolling and crawling. Their silver armor was smeared with mud and blood, long stripped of its former splendor. They did not even dare look back, much less spit out any threats—the black-robed, silver-eyed man only had to stand there for their souls to tremble!

"Run, hurry up and run!" a knight roared hoarsely, his voice thick with fear.

"Back to the temple! Immediately!"

Several knights supported the priest.

His face was deathly pale, his lips trembling, yet he could not even form a complete sentence. His scepter had long since shattered, and his right hand was a mangled mess of flesh and blood. But what drove him closest to collapse was—Athena had not answered him!

The gods... had abandoned them?

That thought left everyone from the temple feeling as though they could barely breathe.

The gods had given no response.

It was truly a devastating blow to the temple knights and priests. Like terrified rats, they scattered in all directions and vanished into the darkness without looking back.

These clergy members, once so arrogant and overbearing, were as fragile as ants before Ian. It really made them seem like nothing more than bullies who feared the strong. Ian had not defeated them through brute force, but with a power utterly beyond mortals, completely crushing their faith and dignity.

"Please continue, everyone. I haven't heard enough of your discussion yet." After driving away the people who had interrupted his studies, Ian immediately turned to the witches in the barn in a gentle tone.

Inside the barn, the atmosphere remained frozen.

The witches who had just been pinned to the ground and were about to become prisoners now stared blankly at Ian, as if they still could not believe