As the goddess of war, how could Athena allow anyone to underestimate her?
As Olinavis swooped down, she leaped up to meet her, spear and shield in hand.
In an instant, the giant eagle turned into a streak of lightning. With a piercing cry, it attacked from the flank to support Athena.
Boom!
The dark red scimitar clashed with the spear, stirring up the skies and sending violent gusts sweeping across the surroundings.
Katelyle stood calmly by the lake, watching the battle overhead with keen interest.
"Main God, that hydra called Olinavis is powerful," the Sphinx said gravely as he watched the two women fight.
"You don't think Athena can win?" Katelyle asked.
The Sphinx fell silent for a moment before replying, "I can sense that Athena has recovered less than half her divine power."
"Even though she is the goddess of war, Athena may still lose to Olinavis."
"A hydra's nine heads each have different abilities. Its combat strength, defenses, and regenerative abilities are all formidable."
"More importantly, Olinavis is a true god, completely uninjured and at the height of her power."
"Her strength is already on par with the Lernaean Hydra's."
Katelyle nodded, understanding what the Sphinx meant.
Olinavis was indeed powerful. No wonder Apollo had said he would be no match for her in single combat.
That Death God really knew how to find help.
While Katelyle and the Sphinx chatted, Athena and Olinavis fought fiercely in the sky.
The giant eagle accompanying Athena was also a formidable fighter in its lightning form. Working together, the goddess and the beast caused Olinavis considerable trouble.
But that was all they could manage.
Every strike of Olinavis's scimitar carried immense divine power. If Athena had not forced her to defend herself at crucial moments, the giant eagle would have