"Nyx, the Darkness Goddess... her divine authority... was split into three. One part is with Zeus, one is with Nightmare... and the remaining part seems to be on Long Island in New York... Stop her... I'm begging you!"
The words came out haltingly, but Athena was indeed far stronger than her peers. Even at the end of her strength, she still struggled to finish speaking while lucid, and she did so with remarkable clarity. That was no easy feat.
Hercules watched the flecks of golden light drifting in the wind from his hand. Even a man of iron could hardly bear the grief in his heart.
Unlike Zeus, who had left behind a corpse in the hope that his divine power would gather again someday, or that some devout believers would offer him faith and rekindle his divine fire, Athena chose to end it completely. At that moment, she was like those Asgardian gods: she would live only this one life, and after that, no one should concern themselves with her anymore. Let me die completely!
Though she was a goddess, she was far stronger-willed than Zeus. If she could not win, then she could not win. It had nothing to do with justice or evil. There was no bitterness toward heaven or blame toward others, no towering resentment.
Athena extinguished her divine fire, ignited her divine body, and returned completely to Void.
There would never again be an Athena in this world, while Hercules formally inherited the position of God King of Mount Olympus.
Knowing he was no match for Nyx, he contacted Thor and She-Thor on Earth. Along with his brother Ares and his grandnephew Asclepius, the five gods charged into the Dream Dimension. Unfortunately, they were still a step too late. All they saw was Nightmare's corpse