No wings, no soul—was that really a thing?
Athena frowned slightly, feeling somewhat disappointed.
She had thought that since Russell had been the first to perfectly forge Battle Armor and had created an entire system of his own, Hephaestus, influenced by him in terms of design, would have some unique insights. In the end, however, he was just as disappointing and had failed to see the true flaw in the blueprint.
Still, when Athena imagined Russell's Sun God Battle Armor, she found that without the wings, it really did look strangely incomplete, as if something were missing.
It was true: without wings, there was no soul.
Why was that?
Athena did not quite understand the reasoning. She was confident that her artistic appreciation was second to none, and attributed it to the wings being the finishing touch, adding holiness and majesty to the magnificent Sun God Battle Armor. Only by complementing each other did they become perfect.
"Athena, the Battle Armor Hephaestus designed for you is excellent. I can guarantee that he put more thought into it than Aphrodite's."
Russell casually twisted the knife, then, feeling it was not enough, stabbed her in the ribs again. "By the way, have you seen Hephaestus's blueprint for the Fire God Battle Armor?"
Athena's expression did not change, and her gaze remained calm. She gave no response.
Russell shrugged and continued, "This Battle Armor has a good design, but I can more or less guess why you're dissatisfied. Let me ask you something simple: do you want Battle Armor for the Goddess of War, or Battle Armor for the Goddess of Wisdom?"
That hit the mark!
Athena's eyes lit up. This was precisely why she had been dissatisfied with Hephaestus's blueprint.
The Battle Armor was certainly grand and gorgeous, striking enough to amaze