Bab 45: A HISSY FIT

The atmosphere was electrified with tension as Luciano faced off against the towering goddess. Her ethereal beauty masked an unfathomable power. He gnawed on the inside of his bottom lip contemplatively, unable to shake off the feeling that she was sizing him up, perhaps deeming him insignificant now that he was a mere mortal. Her dark eyes blazed with the intensity of a thousand stars.

The howling wind continued to swirl around them, the harsh breeze ruffling loose strands of hair into his face and he could not help but squint irritably. It felt as though the very elements themselves were holding their breath, waiting to see how this clash would unfold. The sheer weight of their confrontation seemed insurmountable. Not even her divine shears could cut through the thick tension.