Bab 1368: The Lone Survivor Under the Condor

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The Hall of the Goddess of the Parthenon Temple...

The mountain was drenched from the rain. The green plants were blown into pieces by the strong wind. They drifted aimlessly in the wind. They did not know when they would land on the soil again...

The clouds were hanging low in the sky. The Citadel of Athens had lost its brilliance, too. The usually colorful towers, buildings, and churches had turned gray. The peak of the Mountain of the Goddess almost touched the clouds.

Tata stood in a pavilion with white curtains. The curtains were swinging wildly, like a woman's dress. She was staring at the candidate that had come from the east helplessly, as she had no idea how she could comfort her.