Sera's expression turned serious upon hearing Hestia's request. She recalled Professor Collins's words...
'The Greek Pantheon, located atop Mount Olympus; led by Zeus, the King of the Gods. He can control the weather and lightning...'
Her knowledge of geography wasn't the best, but even she knew where Mount Olympus was... About a hundred kilometers north of New Athens...
Too close for comfort, if Hestia's words were true, and Sera fully believed her. The deep, soul-crushing rage in her eyes couldn't be faked.
After thinking for a few seconds, Sera glanced down at the petite lady. She reached down and touched the woman's cheek, tenderly lifting her gaze to meet hers. A wide, cruel grin spread across Sera's face, freezing even the burning hot hatred in Hestia's bones.
