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Mount Olympus, the Divine Palace of the Heavenly Empress.
Clenching her teeth slightly, Hera gouged out the pair of eyes that seemed to have developed a dim consciousness of their own, and without changing her expression, she used her divine power to regenerate them.
Although the newly born eyes still made her feel somewhat uncomfortable, the Heavenly Empress had no time to worry about such trivial matters.
Once again, she exercised her divine authority and looked at the small city for the second time.
Hera did not find a way to resist the erosion in such a short time; rather, she knew that the previous situation would not happen again.
The power of the Mother Tree was indeed formidable, but formidable was it itself, not the evil creatures it created.
Hera had suffered such a severe blow from a distance only because she saw the moment the sacrifice took shape and the gaze cast by the Mother Tree.
