Having escaped under everyone's noses from Aurum, Athenia fought the horrors and the keepers plaguing the different kingdoms and islands. For the most part, Evangeline and her forces were enough, but they were far too spread out in the middle of the eastern half of Atlaris to reach the kingdom of Athenia just yet. Confident that the place would still stand whether she lent her aid or not, the angel of life fought valiantly for the islands–all the while, her reigning goddess had just concluded her fight against a high-level keeper.
Crushing its core, Athenia stared at her metallic hand. Cold and empty, the feeling traveled from the tip of her fingers to the ironcore within her chest. A metallic taste swirled in her mouth, not because of her bodily configuration but rather from the chilling thought that had crossed her mind.
