The same night as the outburst by Raven, something was writhing down below. Every man, woman, and child on Atlaris felt the quiver of something shifting underneath them, but as it didn't last too long, they thought little of it. Returning to their everyday life, they acted as if nothing had happened. But there was one who was more than curious about the phenomenon, and that was none other than Athenia herself.
'What is going on?' Not only could she not contact her chosen warriors, but she had also felt her entire prison shift its place. Still trapped with Nerva's skull, however, she was still a prisoner, just a few meters away from wherever her prison was supposed to be.
"You worry too much," spoke a clone of hers, standing right next to her. "The heroes are fine and you'll be okay too, why not work on that alliance that they've promised the goddesses instead?"
