Athena's cloudy eyes watched this blasphemer; this was also the trial of the gods she presented to Xediles. She wanted to know if this 'compassionate hero' was truly noble or a fool's jest.
This avatar's body was plagued with endless pain and diseases that even modern medicine would deem incurable, with a death sentence and farewell the only options.
Heart failure, pulmonary fibrosis, stomach cancer, complete organ fibrosis...
If Xediles' ability were merely to transfer others' maladies onto himself, Athena at this moment only wanted to see his choice!
No matter the choice, she could savor the rare pleasure in her life, watching heroes make their decisions.
Through the hood, seeing Xediles' pupils, Athena in the shadows knew she was about to get the answer she wanted.
A noble hero? Or a disguised hero?
Give me your answer, hero!
Yet what Xediles cared about was not how many deadly diseases the frail old woman had, but the information fed back through the Cursed Blood.
