Master of Ten Thousand Generations, Preparing to Leave

When Athena said that she was the will of fate itself, Ian narrowed his eyes, his silver-gray pupils contracting slightly as though he had caught some signal laden with information.

"What do you know?"

He asked softly, his tone calm yet impossible to ignore. Athena did not answer at once. Instead, she first glanced at the other witches in the barn, who were still reeling in shock.

The atmosphere inside the barn instantly turned grave. The witches had been immersed in shock and awe, but now an indescribable pressure descended upon them.

It was as though some invisible force had filled the air.

"I know some secrets."

Her gaze swept across them, as if an invisible power brushed over their minds—then, the next moment.

Thud!

A young witch collapsed without warning, hitting the ground hard and losing consciousness. Then the other witches fainted one after another, as though struck by some silent divine power. They did not even have a chance to struggle. Every witch fell without warning, as if enchanted into sleep.

The gulf between gods and ordinary witches truly was as vast as heaven and earth. Athena had merely acted slightly, and every ordinary witch 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 witches, she remained composed. "They should not hear these words."

Ian did not object.

He simply waited quietly for her to continue.

Athena walked to the wooden table in the center of the barn, her fingertips lightly tracing its rough surface as if organizing her thoughts.

"Zeus has always sought a way to surpass himself. He knew that the rule of Mount Olympus would not last forever.