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"Godō" - Regular Speech
'My Everyday life…!' - Thoughts
"God Slayer!" - Heretic God/Powered Up Campione speech
"Fire!" - Magic/Authority Use
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Chapter 19: Wisdom and War Falls with Hearth and Home
In the Belly of Athena's Serpent
Jean had been through numerous situations in the short time since her transformation/ascendance into a Campione. She had stolen the powers of several beings of legend, been angered by lowly mages who sought to control her. She'd fought two of her seven adopted siblings and even dived down to the bottom of the Atlantic to delve for WWII relics to sell for cash.
None of that had prepared her for being swallowed alive by a massive serpent the length of several eighteen wheelers put together. It was unpleasantly warm, slimy and, above all else, it stank to the high heavens!
Jean muttered curses in over thirty different languages as she started stabbing into the beast's belly with a summoned trident of lightning, as well as firing the occasional blast of pure electrical fury, all to no avail. She couldn't teleport out, probably because the powerful magical energy permeating the flesh of the Divine Beast was blocking her connection to her storm. This situation left Jean with two options: either slowly make her way out the natural way or fight her way out. Having absolutely no desire to experience the slow digestive process of a monstrous snake, the Scottish Girl chose option two, although it was not going according to plan.
The insides of the serpent were amazingly tough and regenerated almost instantly from even a mid-powered lightning bolt. Just blasting away willy-nilly wasn't going to work, and there simply wasn't enough room to fire off a stronger blast without risking damaging herself. Jean needed to get…creative.
Wracking her brains to figure out how to get out, the redhead smirked as an idea came to her. If simply firing electrical energy into one spot wasn't working, and she didn't have enough to safely charge and fire a larger blast…then it might be interesting to see how the oversized worm handled having the full force of an entire thunderstorm channelled directly into its insides.
Crossing her arms in front of her face, Jean began building up more and more lightning, the air around practically crackling as a corona of burning plasma began to spring to life around. Cut off from her storm, her control suffered, but she managed to bull through it. The bracers wrapped around her arms were powerful conduits for her ability to manipulate the weather, but her storm was the true source of most of her power over lightning. On their own the bracers merely allowed her to generate and fire blasts of lightning and acted as anchor points to infuse it into her strikes.
This time she was trying something new. Rather than simply allowing the power to flow freely into the air, she was gathering it around herself, building it up into a greater and greater charge. Once she was ready, she would release it all in an omnidirectional explosion. Except inwards, of course. That would be simply stupid. With a bit of luck, she could kill this damned snake and get back to dealing with Athena before she did something stupid…like kill Hestia.
She didn't know if it was the remnants of the ancient deities swirling around within her, but Jean felt a powerful sense of duty to shelter a guest in her home, far more than anything she'd ever felt before. The rights of hospitality or something like that. It felt wrong, profoundly so, to allow Hestia to fight Athena, when it was Jean's house that was being attacked. Not that the Scottish Campione was stupid enough to try and stop Hestia from fighting. Only a true idiot would try and prevent a powerhouse of an all-but-true capital-G Goddess from helping you out when fighting a lovestruck (for her youngest adopted brother no less) Heretic Goddess who just so happened to be aforementioned True Goddess' niece.
Family quarrels apparently only got even more complicated when divinity and gods were involved.
Jean bit her lip as she returned her focus to the task at hand. She could feel the bound lightning starting to fight her control, practically alive itself as it writhed around her ready and eager to burst free. If she didn't let it go soon the leashed beast might just turn on her and, conqueror of a Storm God or not, that would likely not be a pleasant experience.
So, with a feral grin of her own, Jane growled out. "Have a belly full of this, you oversized earthworm!"
Then she let loose the full fury of the storm.
With Hestia and Athena
The two Goddesses clashed one again, staff impacting upon scythe. Neither gave way in face of the other. Athena glared at Hestia, who merely gazed back at her niece with an infuriating calm that nearly made the Goddess of War and Wisdom spit in a fury.
"Niece, thou art reminding me overly much of Ares in thine actions." Hestia remarked. "He is the warrior god who values strength and action over logic and reason; not thou. Your actions seem to go against your very nature, though perhaps that befits one who has gone against her legend."
"Be silent!" Athena roared out, enraged both by the comparison to her hated brother. Leaping back, she unleased another swarm of miniature owls, formed from the power of the underworld itself, and unleashed them on her aunt.
Hestia didn't even bother to move, simply raising her staff. The flames that surrounded herself and Jean's house rose up at her silent command, engulfing the owls and reducing them to nothingness in an instant.
"Messenger birds from the underworld…tis truly a terrifying power thou doth possess dear niece." The Hearth Goddess mused absent. "Still, 'twas fear of the dark that caused man to build fires once Prometheus gave unto them the knowledge to do so, for fire grants men the courage to drive back the darkness with the light of civilisation. As such, my flames shall always be able to banish the darkness of your winged minions."
Grinding her teeth, Athena flexed her power and shifted her scythe into a bow, forming and firing an arrow at her foe in the blink of an eye. Sadly the pitch black projectile fared no better than her summoned owls, being caught and consumed by the flames before it neared Hestia.
"Come now dear niece, an arrow formed from the underworld's dark power will have no more effect on me then your summoned pets." Hestia chided gently before raising her staff again, pointing the tip toward Athena. "Now let us see if you can endure it more than they, or if thine connection to the underworld hath truly consumed thee."
With a simple exertion of her divine will, a gout of fire larger than a man stands tall burst from the tip of her staff and launched itself at Athena. The War Goddess merely scoffed at the attack as her bow shifted once more into the shield bearing the image of the Gorgoneion.
"This great shield of mine withstood the might of Kusanagi Godō's [White Stallion] Authority, which burns with the flames of the sun!" the Heretic Goddess snarled. "Compared to that, these paltry flames of yours are nothing!"
As the fire of Hestia washed over her, instinct made Athena look up sharply and her eyes widened at seeing Hestia flying towards her with her staff drawn back.
"True, but a shield can only protect you from a single direction, niece!" the Hearth Goddess shouted before stabbing the butt of her staff into the chest of her niece and causing more flames to erupt from it, covering Athena in her flames.
"AAArrrrggghhhh!" the goddess screamed in agony as she plummeted to the sea below, fire licking at her toga.
Just then, an enormous roar came from the sea, drawing Hestia's attention towards the source. She found it near the centre of the storm, where a massive pillar of lightning seemed to be rising out of the water. At the pillar's centre, Hestia could barely make out the form of Athena's Divine Beast thrashing spasmodically. No, that wasn't it; it was more as if the pillar itself was emerging from the beast, growing larger and large as more of the great serpent was vaporized.
Soon more lances of lightning fell from the sky, striking at the beast deteriorating form from all angles as Jean retook control of her storm without the beast's flesh and magic to interfere.
"Ah, the strength of the Campione never ceases to amaze me." Hestia murmured in delight. "Truly, this is a most amazing era, so many talented mortals rising to stand as Campione, and so many Authorities being born from their birth and growth. It is as if someone threw a stone into the Domain of Immortality to summon up ripples and wake so many of the old divinities from their slumber."
Looking down at Athena, who had barely managed to stop herself from crashing into the waves, Hestia smiled thinly. "Niece, I would take this opportunity to flee. The Eighth Campione hath slain thine pet and will be here shortly. At the moment she is not so incensed that she would pursue thee."
"You would have me flee from a battle?! One where my prey is at stake?!" Athena hissed furiously. "Nay, nay, thrice times nay! This Goddess Athena shall not flee before a Godslayer!"
"Pride cometh before a fall, Athena." Hestia said solemnly. "Thou cannot overcome both a Godslayer and a Goddess united in purpose whilst standing alone. All of thine tricks and strategies cannot overturn the power that stands before thee."
"We shall see about that!" Athena raced up at her aunt, scythe drawn back and ready to cut. However, before she even got within arm's reach, a massive bolt of lightning lanced downward from the storm above, knocking her downwards.
Where she met a rising Jean who lashed out with a spinning kick to the goddess in the stomach.
"Gah!" the War Goddess choked out before flying away like a bullet shot from a gun, while Jean recovered and floated up to Hestia.
"Miss me?" Jean asked with a grin.
"I was wondering what took you so long to deal with a mere snake." Hestia smirked back absently. "Then again, Athena's Divine Beast is a manifestation of her serpentine nature as the Winged Serpent Goddess Queen of yore and holds a great deal of divine power in and of itself, so for it to at least cause you a mild bit of trouble is not that surprising."
"It was more the ick factor of being eaten by a snake the size of a small island that kept me from breaking out quicker." Jean replied dryly before spitting to the side. "Damned beast's insides smelled like…anyway, looks as if you had things under control while I was indisposed."
"My niece is acting most unlike herself." Hestia sighed in disappointment. "Truly, love is a strange thing; for all that Athena rarely ever dabbles in it, when she falls for someone, she truly falls for them. All she is thinking about is her pointless justification of 'protecting her prey' and using to convince herself to make ever more reckless attacks in her beloved's defence. A veritable blushing maiden is my darling niece."
Aforementioned 'blushing maiden' was currently glaring at the two casually conversing females with a death glare so full of anger that if she was using her Medusa Authority's petrifying gaze, the two would be frozen in stone in an instant.
It actually reminded Jean of a saying that she had made up and tacked on to an older one a few years ago when she was bored; 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, fire pales in comparison to a mother's protective wrath, light is outshone by the purity of a maiden's innocent love.'
'This is my life now?' Jean sighed as she readied herself for Athena's next assault. 'Fighting figures from myth and legend for ridiculous reasons. Heh…well, at least I won't get bored.'
Atop McCaig's Folly, Oban
The dual figures of Lancelot and Guinevere stood unseen atop the stone edifice, gazing out at the battle unfolding over the ocean.
"Milady, should we not be attempting to capture the Heretic Goddess Athena?" the Shadow of a Heretic God asked the slight figure at his side. "Or at least absorbing her power into the Grail?"
"Nay, Sir Knight." Guinevere shook her head firmly. "Should we interfere overtly, it is likely that all three would call a temporary truce to deal with us. Should Guinevere attempt to leech Athena's power, she would quickly identify it and tell the other two of what was befalling her, resulting once again in a cessation of hostilities and a united front against us. Mighty as Sir Knight is and as strong of arm as Sir Knight is, Sir Knight cannot stand against a Heretic Goddess, a True Goddess and a Campione attacking simultaneously."
Lancelot grumbled, but conceded that point. It had been hard enough to fight against a powerful Heretic Goddess such as Athena by herself. Never mind adding a True Goddess and a Campione into the mix.
"So then what is our plan, milady?" the knight asked, gesturing at the bolts of lightning and bursts of flames clashed with waves of darkness out over the bay that gave Oban its name in Gaelic. "Are we to merely spectate as the one being who knows the location of the Divine Sword of Salvation is vanquished?"
"Finding the sword is not a problem, Sir Knight." The Divine Ancestor shook her head with a somewhat smug smile. "One such as Athena leaves a trail wherever she goes. Guinevere must merely trace it back until we uncover where she sealed the sword. Cunning and wise Athena may be, but subtlety is not a thing Gods carry in great abundance so it shall not be difficult to find. What is more of an issue is unsealing the sword from wherein Athena hath locked it away. While Guinevere could undoubtedly undo whatever seal is on the sword in time, such an act could take years to complete. Possessing a part of Athena's power will reduce the time by at least a small amount."
"So we must steal a part of Athena's power then?" Lancelot nodded.
"It must be one in a specific pattern, not a mere lump of her divine energy." Guinevere corrected him. "It must be one of her Divine Authorities. That makes it very much more difficult to acquire."
That was something of an understatement. Any damage great enough to sunder a Divine Authority from a Heretic God was usually enough to kill the Heretic God outright. Even if the Heretic God didn't die, the Authority usually assumed an Avatar form, becoming a Divine Beast, which either fled the area or ran rampant across the lands until slain, was absorbed into a Grimoire or reabsorbed by the Heretic God it originated from.
If the Heretic God did die, then the Authorities were sent back to the Domain of Immortality by Pandora, aside from one, which was given to the Campione who had slain them. If slain by another Heretic God, then all of the slain god's authorities would be drawn back into the Domain of Immortality upon their death.
It vexed Lancelot that one so-called True Goddess held so much power over the realm of Authorities, especially when it made their job all the more difficult!
"Unless Lady Guinevere has a way of precisely damaging Athena enough that she fractures without killing her, this knight can think of only one way to acquire that Authority from her." The God of [Steel] said softly.
"Aye, Sir Knight." Guinevere nodded grimly. "We must await the fall of Athena and the departure of Hestia before we confront the Eighth Godslayer and take from her the power of Athena that she acquires. The Grail is still not recovered enough to employ a false Heretic God…but mayhap we can awaken one of the sleeping deities that lie in the continent. Guinevere has a plan…"
"Lead on, milady." Lancelot bowed. "This humble knight shall follow thine orders to the letter!"
In a flash of light, the two beings vanished from the town of Oban.
Back with the Fight
All three combatants flinched when they felt an unknown godlike presence reveal itself for an instant before vanishing.
"Who was that?" Jean asked with a frown.
"Tch. 'Twas Guinevere and her Knight." Athena clicked her tongue. "I should have slain that Divine Ancestor when I had the chance."
"She likely wishes to have you return the Divine Sword of Salvation to them." Hestia stated. "With the Campione and myself present, however, Guinevere is evidently more than aware that she cannot dare to try. She likely wishes to wait until you lie defeated, niece, so she may strike at the Eighth Campione without worrying about her champion facing all three of us at once."
"Divine Ancestors can fight also, mine aunt." Athena corrected her. "Ah, 'tis a shame that the wench shall be waiting in vain for my demise…for I intend to emerge victorious in this battle!"
"Yeah, you really might want to check the way that the battle's been going so far, Athena." Jean retorted dryly. "Two on one and you are losing ground. Go. Leave. I don't especially want to have to kill you unless you push me to it."
Unnatural! Whispered Poseidon.
Unneeded! Hissed Davey Jones.
ENEMY! Joan of Arc and Azazel roared.
The redhead stamped down very firmly on her instincts as a Campione and the remnants of her divine foes. She would not be controlled! Neither the instincts of her new body, nor the remnant wills of fallen gods would conquer her! Jean Campbell was in charge of herself, not some inherited instincts!
"Humph. Thine mercy is reminiscent of Kusanagi Godō's own. I thank thee for it, but reject it." The silver-haired goddess smiled.
"My brother Godō should have slain you when you first confronted him." The Eighth Campione sighed sadly. "As a dutiful sister, it seems as if I must take up the slack in his place. In Mother Pandora's name, you shall return to the Domain of Immortality on this day, Athena!"
"Why is it that thine attachment to the Ever-Giving Woman is more than that of your seven siblings combined?" Athena questioned, a cold expression in her eyes. "Not even Kusanagi Godō is as fond of her as you proclaim yourself to be. I find it odd in someone who otherwise rejects the yoke of authority on her shoulders."
"I…was orphaned at a young age." Jean said slowly. "It was a stupid accident that was no one's fault. I miss my parents, even now. All I had was my great aunt, and she passed away a handful of months ago. I was truly alone, for the first time in my life…and it was a frightening experience unlike any other I have felt before."
A smile graced her features, soft and gentle. "I could see something similar in Mother Pandora's eyes. She has had hundreds of adopted children throughout the ages, but none have ever accepted her as their mother. She hid it well, but that hurt her and made her feel lonely. We each wanted someone to accept them…to need them as we wanted to be needed. I wanted a parent and Pandora wanted a child who acknowledged her. We just…clicked, I suppose. I chose to become her daughter, and by doing so I accept that she has authority over me. I only rebel against authority that I don't choose to accept."
A gentle hand patted Jean's hair and she looked over to see a fond smile on Hestia's face. "You're such a good girl." The Hearth Goddess told her. "Pandora does deserve a diligent daughter such as you, after everything she has gone through over the ages."
"Humph. I see." Athena gazed slightly less coldly. "Your loyalty to your adoptive mother does you credit and your reason is understandable. Yet I cannot change my path so long as your fangs are bared at my prey."
"Then the time for words is over, Athena." Jean said firmly. "Let our powers speak instead!"
"Well spoken!" the War Goddess said approvingly as her scythe turned into a snake that writhed in her hand. "I was reluctant to use this power, but faced with such opponents…I am left with little choice!"
Opening her mouth, the Heretic Goddess swallowed the snake head first with one gulp. Her body started glowing with an eerie light before her legs were replaced with a long tail. It wasn't a transformation, there was no transition between the two states; one moment Athena had a pair of legs, and the next she had a long, thick, writing tail at least four meters long. A pair of bat-like wings erupted from her back, each two meters across and a meter wide. Claws sprouted from the ends of her hands and then she started to grow larger.
"What…what IS this…?!" Jean asked shakily as the size of Athena grew larger and larger.
"The true form of the former Winged Queen of the Gods…Athena." Hestia said softly. "The form she lost when my younger brother Zeus led a rebellion of the male gods and overthrew her, stripping her utterly of her serpentine aspects, disempowering her bird aspects to mere association and reducing her to being merely a beautiful goddess, her true name lost forever. Her new origin as Zeus' daughter required the creation of a mother, thus birthing Metis."
"Why is it I have the feeling that this battle has just gone from 'Hard' to 'Nigh-Impossible' in terms of difficulty?" the redhead forced a grin onto her face as the waves of power from Athena grew in strength. "Jeez, never a quiet moment with this Campione business."
"I have not assumed this form in many millennia." Athena boomed as she finished growing. She was now as long as an eighteen-wheeler, with an appropriately large body to match. Her eyes glowed poisonous green as she glared balefully down at Hestia and Jean. "Even after reabsorbing my [Snake] from the Gorgoneion, I chose not to assume this form. Can either of you understand why that might be?"
"Because you can't maintain it for long?" Jean suggested. "Or perhaps that you can't return to your ordinary form after assuming this form?"
"Nay." Athena denied. "Although indeed tiring, the form you see before you neither possesses a time limit nor acts as a cage. Instead…it is that I was saving it for my final battle with Kusanagi Godō, to finally break him of his reluctance to attack this Goddess Athena with all of his might. He had me lying on the ground, stomach up and with a hole piercing through my abdomen thanks to the Red Devil's [False Lance of Longinus] that he used…and he just. Let. Me. Go! Can you conceive of how utterly humiliating that was for this Goddess Athena, for this Goddess of War? How utterly infuriatingly puzzling? Nay, thou cannot. Thus it must be that I drive it home to Kusanagi Godō that this Goddess Athena is to be taken seriously, that I am not one so weak as to allow to flee after a fight."
"So…in addition to being head over heels for Godō, another reason why you want me to not go after my brother to teach him a lesson is that you want to do it yourself?" Jean summed up the general thrust of Athena's words. "Man, are you ever headstrong. Sorry, but as I told you before…you won't be living beyond today."
Raising both hand to the sky, Jean forced the intensity of the storm to increase sharply, the wind howling and the rain coming down harder than ever.
"As a way to celebrate your first return to your original form, how about a banquet…of lightning?!" the Campione shouted. "Brother Zeus, I call upon thine lightning. Summon Astrapē and Brontē to ferry thine bolts to thee with haste. Drown my enemy in a raging storm of lightning, with ferocity that none can escape. Let this Heretic fall beneath thine might, let her scream fill the air, let none gainsay the powers of the sons of Cronus!"
This was the final power afforded to Jean's [Stormbreaker] Authority. An all-out discharge of every last jolt of lightning she could call forth from the storm cloud she had summoned. Doing so would deactivate the Authority and seal it shut for a full three days, but the power it called forth was well worth that price.
With an ear-bursting roar, a column of lightning fell from the clouds and engulfed Athena, with more bolts adding to the attack. With every bolt fired, the storm shrunk at a rapid pace. This aspect of her Authority, which Jean referred to as [Lightning Banquet], was only feasible to be used if one had a storm of sufficiently large proportions on hand; using it on a small cloud would only result in a small flurry of lightning bolts being sent at the enemy. Thus she needed to both summon a large storm and allow it to grow and accumulate energy over time in order to use this ability to its fullest, hence why she had called upon such a large storm from the start and continued to let it build throughout the fight.
She hadn't used [Lightning Banquet] against Azazel for two reasons: First, because he had bound up [Stormbreaker] and her flow of magic with his spells to the point that she couldn't activate it. Secondly…she hadn't had the adequate space and time to do so. It took twenty-to-thirty seconds to activate [Lightning Banquet], and she had to remain stationary for that entire time, mind. Against a speedy bastard who fired a storm of weapons off like several nests of machine guns, thirty seconds may as well be an eternity. Against most Heretic Gods, [Lightning Banquet] was flashy and impractical because of the time it took to activate it, but against large targets who stood ranting and let her stand (or float) around unimpeded, it was a useful weapon.
Gradually, the storm clouds shrank and faded until all that remained was the pillar of lightning that had engulfed Athena. Once that faded, what was revealed was Athena's scaly body, burnt and scorched, but ultimately unharmed.
"As I figured." Jean muttered as the bracelets of [Stormbreaker] vanished from her wrists. "If that form is the full and true amalgamation of her [Wisdom Goddess] and [Gorgon] forms, then it stands to reason that her resilience should be on par with the shield that she used to block Godō's [White Stallion] Authority that Rebecca told me about."
She started to drop, only for Hestia to create a cloudlike lump of flames beneath her to hold her in the air.
"That was quite reckless of you." The Hearth Goddess scolded her. "That was a decent strike, but you exhausted one of your Authorities to do so, while you were relying on it to keep you aloft! My High Priestess will die if you die, so kindly treat your life with more care!"
"Even without any of my Authorities active, the sea can never harm me." Jean shook her head. "Even a fall into it from this height would barely make me blink. And Rebecca is mine, thank you very much."
"Humph. Staking your claim, are you?" Hestia smirked.
"Considering I inadvertently stole her from her own Goddess, I may as well go the whole hog." Jean smirked before regarding Athena, who was still glaring at them coldly. "Still and all, I didn't expect [Lightning Banquet] to be so utterly ineffective, unless…ah-hah…the Aegis of Zeus was given to Athena to carry by her father, thus it uses part of Zeus' own power. That made the power of my Authority, which also borrows power from Zeus as Poseidon's brother, ineffective, or at least vastly reduced in scope. That, plus the insane defence of yours made my Hail Mary all but useless in the long run. Am I right, Athena?"
"Correct for the most part, Godslayer. I did not expect you to realise it so soon." The dethroned Queen of the pre-Olympian Pantheon smirked down at her. "Although I detest the Lord of the Skies for stripping me of my [Snake] and dethroning me, his Aegis still proves useful from time to time. The one part you got wrong was that it is not simply limited to Zeus' own power; the Aegis that is a part of my legend grants me the ability to fend off any power that originates from his own domain. Thus, any Deity that is a [Sky], [Weather] or [Lightning] God will find themselves severely weakened before me."
"Now I see." Jean huffed with a chuckle. "These Authorities are getting more and more cheat-like. I would contend that it isn't as effective as you might like to think. The fact that you have any wounds whatsoever means that on the ocean, the line between Zeus' [Sky] and Poseidon's [Ocean] domains are a bit blurred. Either that or Poseidon's Authorities have some degree of effect on you regardless of your usual immunity due to the effects of weather deities."
One of Athena's eyes twitched. "Well now, I wonder."
Without warning, Athena's hand lashed out and, in a burst of purple light, unleashed a swarm of snakes at the two women. There were dozens of them, each being basically smaller versions of her giant Divine Beast Serpent.
Hestia flared her flames around both herself and Jean just before the wave of serpents would have struck them. As with the owls and arrows, the fire of the Hearth Keeper of the Olympian flame repelled the snakes, but the time it took to dissolve them was much longer than before.
"Deeper darkness requires more time or power to purge, I see." Hestia observed. "Godslayer, how long until you can access any more of your Authorities?"
"Aside from Poseidon's Authorities, none of the ones I have are suited for combatting an oversized winged lamia." Jean answered dryly. "About another minute at most."
"How rude. I am far above the likes of those vampire knockoffs." Athena growled. She lashed out with her tail, stopped by a barrier of pure Divine Power as Hestia held her hand up in a stop gesture.
"Very well then. I shall guard thee until you are ready to fight again." The Hearth Goddess said calmly, raising her hand again. From the barrier of fire surrounding and protecting around Jean's house, a truly massive fireball exploded upwards, aiming straight at Athena's monstrous form.
"A paltry attack!" the Heretic Goddess snapped, lashing out with her tail again and slashing through the incoming flames with ease. Unfortunately for her, the summoned flames did not dissipate, instead coiling around flowing up her form not unlike a serpent itself, and soon engulfing Athena's entire form. Scales burned as energy of the underworld imbued into them was purged by the Hearth Goddess's fire.
"By the curse of Athena, may these eyes usher in the end of time for those they gaze upon!" Athena roared. The sickly green light of her eyes intensified, emanating from her eyes like a pair of spotlights. As they swept over the flames covering her form, the fire itself seemed to petrify, turning into wispy lumps of stone, which quickly crumbed to dust and rubble with a simple flick of the former Winged Queen of the Gods' tail.
"Medusa's petrification gaze." Jean muttered, averting her eyes. "Just great. Incredible physical strength, powers of the underworld and now the power of the Gorgon of legend. Where's Kratos when you need him?"
Putting the Ghost of Sparta to one side, it was time for Jean to call upon another of her Authorities. The question was, which one? As she had said to Hestia, [Black Armoury], [The Curse of Davy Jones] and [Luminosité Eternelle, la Bannière de la Pucelle d'Orléans] were very much not suited to battling Athena in mid-air as she was right now. That left the Authorities from the [Mantle of Poseidon]. [Stormbreaker] was used up and sealed for the next three days, [Tríaina] on its own was too weak, [Lord of Horses] was a noncombat Authority and there was no way she was going to use [Earthshaker] near her home!
'I guess there was always only one option…' the Campione thought, grinning in grim amusement as she extended her right arm.
"Oh Golden Trident, come forth and serve your Master, in the name of the Waves!" she chanted. The golden trident appeared in her hand and started to glow powerfully.
"That accursed weapon…!" Athena growled.
"Ah…Poseidon's power within you recognises my own." Hestia murmured.
Ignoring the byplay, Jean thrust the trident into the air and started to chant. "My realm is vast and treacherous, yet it holds no fear for me. By my will and power, let the oceans flow unendingly! I am lord of the seas and master of those who dwell within them, so let all know my presence and bow before me!"
With a roar, a waterspout formed around Jean, dissolving the fire cloud. As the bottom tip of the spout touched the water, the sea started to violently roil and seethe. A feeling of sheer power bore down on Athena and Hestia as the tornado of water vanished after a moment, leaving Jean floating in mid-air, her glowing sea-green eyes boring into Athena. Atop her head sat the Crown of the Oceans.
"Let's try this again, Athena." The Eighth Campione said, her voice once more ringing with power. "Flee now or perish."
"Ha! When this Goddess Athena is in her original form as the Winged Queen of the Gods?! Enough with the insults!" the Heretic Goddess roared in challenge. "This shall end now, Godslayer! You shall perish or I shall perish! There could be no other outcome from the start!"
Jean sighed before spreading her arms wide, as if in welcome. "As you have sought…so shall you receive, Athena."
Without any further warning, the sea erupted, a geyser shooting up from beneath Athena to engulf her. Then, just as suddenly it seemed to split, diverging into dozen of thick, powerful streams that wound their way around Athena's serpentine form, binding her in place.
"Unlike Hestia's fire, we now stand at the doorway to my domain Athena, where my resources are near limitless." Jean said stoically as more and more water rose up to assail the struggling Heretic Goddess. "Poseidon is the ruler of the ocean; as someone who has usurped his power I have control over all of the water on the entire surface of the planet. I have almost no limit to the amount of water I can call upon and as powerful as your defences are, even you cannot stand before the full might of the ocean brought down from all directions at once. And with only two eyes, you cannot block it all."
As she spoke, Jean sent more and more streams of water at Athena from different directions, performing the 3-D version of encirclement, englobement. Besieged by attacks on a 360 degree arc in all directions, Athena lashed out wildly with her claws, her tail and her petrification gaze, roaring in defiance the whole time. Water was scattered, petrified, shattered and dispersed…only for more and more to take its place less than a second after it was destroyed.
Just like a castle besieged by vastly superior numbers, the Heretic Goddess was swamped by the sheer number of attacks that Jean sent at her. The water that was scattered was generally reformed into another attack along a slightly different vector, and as Jean had pointed out, Athena had only two eyes. She had a limited arc of view and a limited ability to anticipate and disable a limited amount of attacks. Throw enough mud at a brick wall, and some of it will stick; that was the philosophy behind Jean's attack pattern.
It wasn't her favourite tactic; she much preferred to be precise and use as little of her Authorities' power as possible to mitigate the amount of collateral damage they would inevitably cause, especially in her hometown. She had been successful so far in being the record holder for the Campione with the least amount of collateral damage to people and property since at least the founding of the Greenwich Witenagemot.
Athena was forcing her hand though. Jean couldn't afford to hold back like that against her, not now she was at the pinnacle of her formerly-lost strength. Regardless of the collateral damage, she HAD to take Athena down, quickly.
Raising her arms up, Jean shaped the seawater beneath Athena into a massive trident and launched it up at the snake-woman. Distracted by the attacks that had continued even while Jean had formed her newest strike, the Heretic Goddess was taken completely by surprise when the tri-tipped spear, easily the size of a car and going far faster, slammed into the lower part of her body, the serpentine half.
Screaming in pain and fury, Athena nevertheless had the presence of mind to sever the tail before the water from the construct could invade her and killer from within. Inside of seconds, the tail had regrown to its full length, even as the severed portion fell into the sea beneath her.
"GODSLAYER!" Athena screeched in a fury, lunging forwards with a flap of her wings, claws extended to cut into Jean, who called forth a trident made of red and green coral from the sea, hardened and compressed to a point that it nearly matched a diamond thanks to the power of Joan's magic and will, catching it in time to bat away first one claw and then the next, albeit with a lot of effort.
"Hey, you came to my house and destroyed the only land route to it. The least you should expect is to get a little light punishment." Jean smirked at her enemy with a strained expression on her face. Even the strength and resilience of a Campione's body had its limits and fending off two massive claws weighing at least the same as a couple of motorbikes apiece was apparently it. Fending those blows off had felt as if her bones had been hit with a jackhammer.
"Tch. You are stubborn, Campione." Athena growled before the flurry of water attacks restarted, once again swarming the Heretic from all sides. "This useless drek of an attack again?!"
"If it ain't broke, don't fix it." Jean shot back. She waved her trident and sent another surge of water attacks at the Heretic Goddess.
'This isn't good. She had a truly ridiculous amount of resilience with that body of hers, not to mention a ridiculous amount of defensive ability since every one of those scales of hers have likely been infused with the power of the Gorgoneion Shield.' She thought as she directed the attacks against Athena. 'I'm going to have to draw her away from Kerrera and Oban if I'm to go any further in my attacks. I can't risk her pulling something from one of her lesser known aspects and causing a catastrophe.'
In truth, Jean was very much fighting at a disadvantage due to her surroundings. She did not want to cause damage to the buildings of her hometown. She didn't want to hurt the people of her hometown. She didn't want to damage the ecology of her hometown's surroundings.
Because of those restraints, she held back.
Because of those restraints, she had drawn Azazel and Sariel away from Oban.
Because of those restraints, she didn't know how to end this fight quickly.
Unlike Azazel, Athena would not be persuaded to leave the area. She wasn't interested in proving her dominance and she wasn't interested in showing Jean how inferior to Athena she was. All she was interested in was killing Jean quickly and messily, so long as Jean continued to desire to attack the Seventh Campione. Lying wasn't possible between a Heretic God and a Campione if they made a promise, as any promise between Heretic Gods and Campione was as binding as a promise between gods, so Jean couldn't deceive her with a lie.
"RRRaaaagghhh!" Athena howled as she broke through the water attacks and closed in on Jean again. Clasping her hands together, the Heretic Goddess slammed them down onto Jean, who blocked with her trident.
"JEAN! Look out!" she heard Hestia shout. Looking around even as the bones of her arms creaked at the effort of holding off Athena's arms, the Campione's eyes widened in shock as she saw the serpentine tail arcing in at her. She had just enough time to curl up and brace herself before it slammed into her, sending the redheaded girl flying over the isle of Kerrera, coughing up blood from the hit. The coral trident fell into the water, the immense impact loosening Jean's grip enough for it to slip free.
Jean skipped across the water once, twice, thrice and then splashed down into it properly once she descended. The water around her turned red slowly as blood seeped into the water from her mouth and from cuts on her arm, head and body.
'D-Damn…OK, now that hurt.' The Scottish girl thought as she floated beneath the surface of the water for a moment. Not needing to worry about breathing underwater was useful, to say the least. 'I'd better be more careful; if she'd used a scythe attack there, I'd have been in trouble.'
Kicking off, Jean swam to the surface and pulled herself atop the surface of the water. Looking down to see her reflection, she winced as she saw the cuts on her cheek, ear and forehead. Evidently she could be hurt by water if she was sent into it by a powerful enough outside force. Good to know.
Shaking her head, the Campione stood up and looked up to see Athena closing in on her, a vicious look of anger on the serpentine woman's face..
'Well, that turned out better than I had planned for my next trick. Way to do my job for me, Athena.' Jean thought with a wry laugh.
Deciding to pull the same trick she had used on Davy Jones, she reached out one hand and exerted her control over the ocean.
At once, a giant hand erupted from the water, swiftly followed by the rest of the arm. Something that Jean found odd was that while she could manifest hands, and even extend the arms to an almost limitless extent, she couldn't manifest anything else of a human body.
Putting that aside, she directed her watery appendage at Athena, who looked somewhat taken aback by the sudden escalation on her part. She dodged the hand, but Jean sent it after her again and summoned a second one to help.
Hestia swooped in and started bombarding Athena with blasts of fire, all of which were notably weaker than they had been earlier. It made sense; Hestia's power came from the Hearth of her High Priestess, plus the rest of the Hearth Witches that Rebecca was connected to. Being too far away from the source of her power was just as weakening on her as it was on her worshipers, the Hearth Witches.
"Hestia, go back and protect the house!" Jean shouted. "It's too dangerous for you to fight away from it!"
"I am no weakling, even away from it." Hestia replied calmly as she sent a furious blast of flames into her niece's face. "Kindly do not treat me like a regular Hearth Witch. While I am noticeably weaker, I am still a Goddess."
"I was more thinking that you would be better suited to protecting the house, Yue and Rebecca while I skin this snake!" the redhead called back. "Hold still, damn you!"
This last was directed at Athena, who was still, somehow, dodging the large water hand constructs with agility and speed that looked to be beyond her large frame. Praise the power of a Heretic Goddess for telling regular physics to go to hell.
"I think not." Athena drawled before pointing at Jean.
From the sea beneath the Campione, the husk of tail that Athena had severed discarded burst forth. Seconds after it broke the surface, the scaly limb seemed to dissolve into dozens of ropes of darkness that wrapped around Jean's limbs before she could even blink. In a second, Jean was trussed up and unable to move an inch.
"What the…?!" Jean shouted and struggled against her bonds. It was pointless; the dark ropes were forged of pure underworld energy and she could see the outline of serpents within them. No amount of human-level physical strength could break them, and she could feel them subtly draining her power by contact.
"This fight is over!" the Wisdom Goddess roared and charged at the helpless Campione, only for Hestia to interpose herself alongside a wall of pure flames.
"I shall not permit it!" the Hearth Goddess shouted, hefting her staff threateningly. "You go too far, Athena!"
Rearing back threateningly, Athena spat out a glob of darkness over the fire wall. It changed into the shadowy form of a child, wielding Athena's scythe. It sped at the trapped Campione, mouth open in a snarl, revealing serpentine fangs.
Jean thrashed and struggled mightily to no avail. In her panic, she completely forgot about using her Authority.
'No…not like this…!' she thought helplessly.
"NO!" Hestia roared. Spinning her staff around, she threw it like a javelin. It sped towards the clone of Athena and slammed straight through it like a skewer, just before it could slam the business end of the weapon into Jean's heart. It froze before burning from the inside out with a scream.
"Why youuu…!" Athena screeched. Blinded by rage, frustration and wrath, she stabbed down with her left claw, piercing through the fire and through Hestia's back and chest all at once.
For a moment, the battlefield was silent, all three participants frozen by the suddenness of this action. Jean's face was a mask of horror and denial; Hestia's was one of surprise and disbelief. As for Athena…the expression on Athena's face was one of shock and incomprehension. It was as if she couldn't connect the fact that Hestia had just been dealt a fatal wound by her actions.
"HESTIA!" Jean screamed in denial. Desperation removing her hesitation, she summoned up blades of water from the sea beneath her, willing them to slice through the snake-darkness rope binding her to sheds, along with giving herself a lot of shallow cuts. She'd been hesitant to do so before, given the risk of injuring herself with her own attack, but seeing her ally and guest injured had quickly squashed it.
Athena slowly withdrew her claw from Hestia's body, the golden ichor of the blood of the gods covering it and spilling from the wounds in the Hearth Goddess' body. Hestia coughed and looked down at her form before vanishing in flames, returning to Rebecca's Hearth to heal.
"ATHENA, YOU BITCH!" Jean screamed as she re-summoned her coral trident and threw it, the weapon slamming straight into the scaled abdomen of the former Winged Queen of the Gods. It sunk in up to the start of the shaft in the Heretic Goddess before stopping. A blink later and Jean had flung herself forwards and delivered a powerful kick to the embedded weapon that send the trident down to the butt of the shaft into her enemy.
"Gaahh!" wailed Athena, pain written across her face. Kicking off from the goddess, Jean flew up and into the sky above the clouds, her mind focussed on one method of taking Athena down. It hadn't worked the last time she had tried it in battle, but she wouldn't hold back against this opponent, not anymore!
Releasing her control over [Master of the Oceans], Jean angled herself down and started to chant anew, even as the crown on her head dissolved into motes of golden light.
"Oh weapon of mine, golden and invincible. Come forth, so we may do battle with our foes!"
In a blaze of golden light, the trident appeared in her hands, shining brighter than ever.
"What is this?!" Athena roared as she stared up at the descending golden light.
"Trident of gold, shine brightly!" Jean yelled. "Sunder the seas and shatter the bedrock, for I am the God of Atlantis and, as 'twas stated by Plato, my rage shall sink my foe!"
The last time she had used this technique of the [Tríaina] Authority, she had instinctively held back out of fear of hurting her brother Doni. Because of that, it had only been as strong as a three on the Richter scale. This one, on the other hand, she was not holding back on. As a result, the shining trident was almost painful to watch.
Like a golden meteor, Jean plunged down towards Athena, a snarl of rage on her face, tears falling from her eyes and only to be ripped away by the speed she was falling at. Slowly to Jean's perspective, Athena raised her arms to block her.
"Seismós Tríaina!" she screamed and slammed her weapon straight into the arms of the Heretic Goddess who had DARED to harm someone under her protection.
Athena's eyes widened in disbelief and pain as the full weight of a concentrated earthquake ran through her. While her Gorgoneion's defensive properties matched and might have even surpassed those of Doni's [Man of Steel] Authority, this attack contained Jean Campbell's full rage, which enhanced the aspect of Poseidon that [Earthshaker] represented.
Divine Fury. That was what [Earthshaker] was, Poseidon's unbridled rage for those who dared to ignore or offend him. In Ancient Greece, the people made regular offerings to the Sea God to appease his wrath, for Poseidon was as mercurial as the waters of the Mediterranean themselves; one could never tell what the seas might bring from day to day just by looking at them, so it was better to give generously just in case you offended him.
Resonating with Jean's hatred and anger for Athena, the power of [Earthshaker] that she had channelled into the [Tríaina] was even more powerful than she had meant it to be. As strong as Athena was, as powerful as she was in her true, original form, she was still no match for the unbridled fury and rage of the [Earthquake Trident].
Letting out a scream, the winged Goddess watched in horror as her arms shattered into pieces of gore, torn apart by the pressure and strength of the attack they had attempted to block. Such was the blinding light and even more blinding pain from Jean's attack that Athena couldn't dodge in time to avoid the trident slamming dead centre into her abdomen.
"DIE, ATHENA!" Jean screamed. "Begone!"
As if heeding her destructive impulses, the power of the [Earthquake Trident] grew once more, Athena's scales shattering and crumbling away by the dozen. Ultimately, Jean passed through Athena's body, her weapon carving a hole as wide as Jean was tall through her, the Campione plunging down to the ocean beneath them once she did so.
"Im…Im…impossib…le…!" the Heretic Goddess gasped as her body started to crumble, starting from the tip of her tail and her arms. "I…am…Athena! I cannot…be killed like…this!"
Opening her mouth, a childlike arm emerged from it, dragging a naked and equally childlike version of the silver-haired goddess Athena out. Matching her now abandoned large body, she also had a hole in the centre of her body.
"Ng…I have to…go…" she grunted, before her eyes fell onto the wound that she had carried over. "Nay…my time is at it's for this era. I can at least…greet mine gentle aunt…one last time…before I return to the Domain of…Immortality…"
Shakily floating up, she spared no second glance at her former body as it turned into motes of darkness. Unseen by Athena though, was Jean, pulling herself out of the sea onto Kerrera and starting to run back to her house.
Minutes Later
Outside Jean's House, Righ Rubh'a
"Lady Hestia…no!" Rebecca whimpered. She stood hovering as the Hearth Goddess tried in vain to heal her wounds. Xie Yue stood next to her, an arm on the Hearth Witch's shoulder in support.
"'Tis…unfortunately…as bad as…it looks." The Oldest Child of Cronus said softly, pain in her voice as golden ichor dripped onto the ground.
"So my blow was indeed…fatal…" Athena said as she dropped down unceremoniously opposite of her aunt. "My…apologies for…that. I did not…intend to slay thee…mine gentle aunt."
"You…!" Rebecca growled, her anger plain in her eyes. She whipped out her wand and pointed it at Athena threateningly, interposing her body between Hestia and the Heretic Goddess that had dealt such a fatal wound to her goddess.
Nervously, but with resolve in her eyes, the Chinese Daoist Mage assumed a guard stance next to Rebecca. "Where is Lady Jean?!"
"Thine Devil King? I have no knowledge." Athena scoffed.
"Stand down, my priestess." Hestia said slowly, laying a hand on Rebecca's shoulder. "It would…appear that the Godslayer…also dealt the finishing blow…to Athena."
"Tch." The little girl who was a goddess scowled at that. "Accursed…Campione."
"OI!" a familiar voice called out. Every head in the area snapped around to see Jean Campbell using her trident as a tool for a pole vault, sailing over the wrecked bridge to land with a roll on the other side.
"Lady Jean!" Yue said in relief. "Thank goodness you're alright."
The redhead spared her a tiny smile before going over to Hestia. "Oh no…I'm…I just…" she said, voice full of self-recrimination. "It's my fault that this happened to you…"
"You were…trapped…helpless and unable to move." Hestia said with an honest smile. "As strong as…you are, Godslayer, you are also…very young and new…to this life. That you panicked is…understandable. It is no fault of yours."
"I…" Jean said, eyes full of unshed tears.
"Jean, Lady Hestia is right." Rebecca said with a sigh. She lowered her wand and moved over to lay a hand on her King's shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "In the same position, I think anyone would panic. Especially me."
Nodding slightly, the Campione dashed the nascent tears away angrily before turning her attention to Athena, who gazed back in an unafraid way.
"So…thou hast truly defeated me…Godslayer…" the childlike Goddess breathed. "Such a possibility never occurred to me…"
"Hubris is a common fault in Heretic Gods." Jean said coldly. "Even one who rules over wisdom as you do is not immune to it."
Athena chuckled dryly. "That much 'tis true indeed. Ah…now…I am going to die…on the other side of the world…to Kusanagi Godō…how truly vexing."
The face of the young goddess twisted slightly, showing her anguish. "I…I want to see him…once again."
Jean blinked before sighing and walking towards the dying Heretic Goddess, who eyed her warily.
"Don't worry." The Scottish girl said flatly. "I have no intentions of doing anything to you. Rather, I'm going to try something that may very well help you."
Kneeling before Athena and placing a hand atop the confused Wisdom Goddess' head, Jean bowed her head.
"Mother Pandora, I pray to you now." She whispered. "I am Jean Campbell, your faithful daughter. Before me is a Goddess who desires to see her beloved one last time. I beg of thee, grant her wish, so she may return to the Domain of Immortality with no regrets."
The island was still for a moment before a dark portal opened beneath Athena and started to draw her down. Jean hastily retreated from her in shock.
"This is…?!" the Goddess gasped. "A portal to the Boundary of Life and Immortality!"
"Lady Pandora responded?!" Rebecca gaped in disbelief. "She has never…I mean…aside from communicating with Campione in their dreams and assigning Authorities, she normally never intervenes in the Mortal World!"
"Mother Pandora is the All-Knowing Woman, Rebecca." Jean said steadily. "Underestimating what she can and cannot do would be a mistake."
"Godslayer…" Athena looked up at the one who was responsible for her death. "Why?"
"You did not expect or want to harm Hestia with your strike, Athena." The Devil King answered steadily. "You were just as shocked by the strike you landed as I was. Because of that I can forgive your actions, if not forget that you did them. And you were fighting on behalf of the boy you have fallen for. A better reason to fight, I can think of none."
"You are just as strange as Kusanagi Godō, Jean Campbell." Athena said with a small bark of laughter. "Very well. I shall accept thine kindness. In exchange…take this."
Reaching inside of the hole in her torso, Athena grabbed something and pulled on it, revealing a bronze disk the size of a saucer, emblazoned with the head of Medusa.
"The Gorgoneion Grimoire!" Rebecca cried out as Athena tossed it to Jean, who caught it on reflex.
"You lack any truly defensive Authorities in your repertoire. The power of the Shield of Aegis and Gorgoneion shall plug that hole in your skill set, Godslayer." The Wisdom Goddess said with a smirk. "This 'tis only a loan, mind you. I shall be back for my Authorities with the passing of the next century, Campione of the Raging Tides."
With that, Athena was swallowed by the portal, the darkness vanishing with its passenger.
"She gave you one of her Authorities?" Yue asked in befuddlement. "What on earth…?"
"It's a loan and a promise of a rematch." Jean smirked as the Gorgoneion glowed briefly before it was absorbed by her. "Looks as if Mother Pandora agrees with me. Hestia!"
The Hearth Goddess had collapsed to her hands and knees, with little motes of light, almost like embers from a fire, coming off of her body.
"It…would appear…my time draws short." She said with a wince. "Accursed wound. Priestess, prepare the spell. Godslayer, it is time."
"R-Right." Rebecca nodded. She prepared herself to cast the spell necessary to link herself to Hestia via the Authority she was about to give Jean. She had the spell memorised, and Yue had unrolled the scroll to show her it just in case she had forgotten anything.
"Are you sure you want to give me your blessing, Hestia?" Jean asked as she knelt next to the Hearth Goddess. "After this, you'll be forced back to the Domain of Immortality…"
"I would have returned there once we solved the problem of my High Priestess, Godslayer." Hestia smiled. "My time on this plane was always limited. This wound that Athena inflicted on me…just cuts it shorter than even I expected. Take my blessing, Jean Campbell…and using it, defy the gods that throw off their legends!"
With that, Hestia pressed her lips to Jean's own. A glowing golden light surrounded the both of them as the Hearth Goddess started transferring power to the Campione. After gaping at the sight of her Goddess French-kissing her King, Rebecca hurriedly started to chant in Ancient Greek.
'The power that you shall receive is my dominion over the [State].' Hestia said mentally to Jean. 'Exactly how that power will take form beneath you, I do not know. What I do know is this: it shall be most useful to you. I shall warn you now; my High Priestess shall be linked to this Authority as well, so she shall be able to perhaps invoke a part of it also.'
'That is good. Rebecca has to be able to protect herself.' Jean thought back as she responded to Hestia's kiss. 'I promise you, I'll protect her, with everything I have.'
'No one, even a Campione, is an island, Jean Campbell.' Hestia replied. 'Allow her to fight her own battles and allow her to aid you. After all…with this ceremony, I pronounce you both partners for life.'
Jean's eyes widened almost comically before Rebecca finished chanting. A rope of golden light formed between her and Hestia, with it running directly through Jean's body. Additionally, a red glow surrounded both Rebecca and Jean.
Releasing Jean's lips, the Hearth Goddess smiled. "And so…the connection between my High Priestess and I is once more in effect. Thank you, Jean Campbell. Know that you have my blessing wherever your life leads you. I shall be watching and waiting…for the day that your legend reaches the Domain of Immortality…oh Campione who hath conquered the heart of my Priestess."
In a shower of golden light, the True Goddess Hestia vanished from the mortal world, leaving a group of sad girls behind.
"R-Rebecca…can you lend me a hand? I don't think I can walk." Jean said at last as her [Tríaina] Authority flickered and died, fading from sight.
"I have you, Jean." Rebecca walked over and helped her King to her feet. Slinging her arm over her shoulder, she shuddered slightly as Jean was soaked to the bone, thanks to the payment for using [Stormbreaker]. "Should I have the plug put in the bath?"
"Please and thank you." The redhead said, pain of the emotional sort in her eyes. "I think that we'll need to have a talk tomorrow, Rebecca…Hestia pulled a little harmless trick on us both before she left."
Nodding with an air of confusion about her, the High Priestess of Hestia helped the Campione of the Raging Tides into her home as the Flames of the Hearth died down and returned to their normal size, albeit with an increased intensity.
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