Diana undoubtedly had the makings of a battle maniac as well. Though she looked dignified and elegant, and occasionally a little adorably clueless, the Amazons had originally been weapons cultivated by the Olympian Pantheon.
In 3000 BC, the Olympian Gods had used clay, blood, and divine power to create the Amazons, specifically to guard the cage beneath the island—the one Su Ming had visited before, where many surviving Titans were imprisoned.
Of course, Olympus had claimed publicly that the Amazons were meant to serve as messengers between the gods and humanity, a bridge of communication.
That was a little too fake. After all, the female warriors could never leave Paradise Island, so where were they supposed to deliver messages? Zeus's words were fine to listen to, but anyone who took them seriously would get screwed over.
The Amazons could be considered a divine retinue, and such beings usually came with an inherent allegiance. After all, no god wanted their creations to oppose them.
Wonder Woman was an exception. After entering human society, she had been influenced by human values, which was why she seemed so out of place among the other Amazons. But that only applied to everyday common sense. Her deep-seated desire for battle had never changed.
"Who exactly are you?! Why are you trying to assassinate me? Do you want my wealth?!"
Above the torn tomb flowing with golden "filling," the Angel Queen, who had suffered wound after wound, voiced the question from the bottom of her heart. Blood loss had weakened this female warrior without a Healing Factor, and the situation was only getting worse for her.
She was not afraid of death. She simply did not want to die in confusion. The thought of being killed by a strange Angel whose origins she knew nothing about