[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war":3,"chapter-apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-96":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Apostle of the Goddess of War",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},394454,657,"Chapter 96","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-96",96,"\u003Cp>Ch.96 Apostle of the Goddess of War\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What…?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an utterly absurd power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly, it twisted reality itself and projected the world she desired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was placed upon the scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warring knights in the midst of battle, the livestock, the amorphous energy masses—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this world, Arwen was the law, the justice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stronger one’s conviction,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the greater one’s power, the more potent the mental realm became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Eru’s creation,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This had been the universal law,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The principle by which the mental domain manifested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you cannot break your opponent’s belief, you will drown within their world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The countermeasure, surprisingly, was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If suppressing evil through sheer power is your justice, and that of the War Cult—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then prove it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prove your strength.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwaaaaaaah!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen’s shockwave surged forward like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was swept away. Just barely managing to stand his ground was all he could do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst it all, Arwen provoked Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you are truly the ‘Strongest Sword’ that Goddess Achille has been searching for—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Piiiiing—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crack appeared before his eyes as her swung blade tore through the air. Even the clouds in the sky split apart and scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwip!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped flat immediately. Already, a portion of his hair had been cleanly severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not reacted, his head would have been cleaved off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I didn’t even see her arm move.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even while focusing intently, it had been that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her arm was already in the follow-through position after the swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kreeeek…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scale held by the War Knights tilted slightly in the opposite direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, a blue flame ascended onto the scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The divine power symbolizing the Goddess of wisdom, the soul of judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more Sion was pushed back, the larger the flame grew, and the more the scale tipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, the loser would become the sinner, and the victor would be justice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Damn it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the mental realm, one could wield several times their actual power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To survive within the world of the scale, he had to shatter her world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trial Arwen had imposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trial bestowed by the Goddess of Wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I have to overcome this.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion widened his eyes and looked up at the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, towering in the air like an absolute being, stood the blue knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her cold, downward gaze was like that of a sage who had comprehended all things in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And within those pupils lay the unshakable resolve to annihilate everything before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen grieved, though she did not wish it—she had no choice but to face this reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears streamed down her cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen’s arm position shifted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwiiiish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A threatening sound whistled past Sion. He immediately swung his sword aura in defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaaang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paaaaaah!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue sparks flew, and the ground beside Sion was gouged deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwong!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwaang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gashes gradually multiplied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion was barely managing to block Arwen’s sword aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gap in strength, divine power, and swordsmanship was stark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kreeeek, kreeek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scale continued to tilt. The blue flame grew larger, as if preparing to devour a person whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why hesitate?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen taunted as she swung her sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this all the strength you were so proud of?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwip! Kiiiiing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earth split open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You claim you’ll defeat the Apostles of Evil with a power that can’t even overwhelm me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paaaaang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kreeeek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade edge began to dull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwajjijik!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pishoot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood spurted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“—still call yourself—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Psssh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“—the Apostle of the Goddess of War?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pssshak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The strongest force in history. The strongest sword. What a ridiculous joke.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaaaaaaak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion dropped to one knee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haa— haa…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing was ragged. Within the domain of the scale, even breathing was an arduous task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On top of enduring Arwen’s relentless attacks and struggling to keep his spirit from breaking, it was truly hellish. Blood bubbled up in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion spat out phlegm-mixed blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard to lift his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He truly felt as if his heart was breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been expected, thought of as a genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet here he was, kneeling before overwhelming power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spirit slowly began to wane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scale rose along with it, reaching its highest point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Was this all I could do?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flame of Wisdom grew so immense it seemed capable of burning them both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had this woman, Arwen, been the rightful choice to become the Apostle of War?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought briefly crossed his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, Sion was too weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entrusting him alone with Elim was too much of a burden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was failing to meet the Goddess of War’s expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he would fall before reaching the state she desired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His faith was violently shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clank!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion finally stepped onto the scale himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spirit wavered as much as his trembling body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was utterly exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the fragile emotions worn down from his relentless journey were laid bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of War’s acolyte kneeling now was pathetically weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So weak it made him angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I didn’t expect this.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen’s eyes twitched slightly beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something—seemed unsatisfactory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised her sword for the finishing blow. Above her shoulder, a brilliant blue sword aura blazed with dazzling light. The shockwave struck the air without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bolt-like blue divine energy gathered at the tip of her blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It ends here. My victory. Your ideals are mistaken.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was when it happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, his vision flipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen doubted her own eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had she seen it wrong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black mist swallowed the scale upon which Sion had stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion remained unharmed, separate from the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—rather, he was the one manipulating the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The divine power of the Goddess of War.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen, who had been calmly declaring her victory, furrowed her brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corner of her mouth twisted strangely upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwaaaaaah!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a black storm surged forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The colors of the sky twisted as if ink had been spilled across the clear blue heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen’s mental world had been invaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s mind had been projected into the domain of the scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘How utterly dark.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen was shocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a scene close to emptiness, where nothing could be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desolate, yet beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint stars flickered between the endless darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen descended from the sky and gently touched the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… is your world?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion, nearly at his limit, nodded with labored, ragged breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he hadn’t borrowed Garfenn’s power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To deny her words,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To prove that he wasn’t wrong,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to bring forth his own world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘My beliefs.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Sion himself couldn’t yet define what that meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utterly empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, faintly, stars glimmered here and there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Sion’s mental realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion spoke with difficulty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know myself. I still wander, unsure of who I am or what I desire.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen calmly nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m listening.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just want to protect what’s precious to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To protect…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen repeated Sion’s words, savoring them as she continued to observe the scenery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s why I want to grow stronger. I don’t have any grand ideals.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why are you in the War Cult?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because it saved me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, Sion raised his left arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above his outstretched hand, stars began to shimmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t have confidence in my abilities. Meeting you, Arwen, only shattered my confidence further.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was simply too strong for you, Sion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unless I’m number one, it’s meaningless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears streamed down Arwen’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand that feeling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion grasped the stars in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if I can’t believe in myself, I believe in the Goddess who believes in me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A star entered his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the Goddess of War believes in me—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beautifully shimmering star took the form of a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“—then I can grow stronger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hum carried a tone of disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It defies reality. Even within a mental world, it was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To grasp a star and form a sword from it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbelievable—but undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand your belief now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To grasp what cannot be grasped.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A world that makes the impossible possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chilling shiver ran up Arwen’s spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That is the most powerful force in the world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that power, someday…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buuuum!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The star sword swung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starlight carved through the world like a galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world of the scale split in two, and the scales collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Psssh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood burst from Arwen’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even she couldn’t react to that decisive strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The star sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s mental realm—still incomprehensible even now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s enough.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smile tugged at Arwen’s lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked satisfied, somehow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, the world had returned to normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were back at the gates of Elim, where the fierce battle had taken place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People and animals who had traversed between reality and the unreal now lay helplessly sprawled on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haa, haa…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion raised his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding the sword was all he could manage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But somehow, it felt like things would be okay now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An ambiguous confidence, an endless competitive spirit, supported him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it the joy of having projected his mental realm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen could still fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she no longer had a reason to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned her body away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t run away! Fight me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen replied, clutching her shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s call it a draw today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve taken considerable damage as well. I’ll return again soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion rushed forward, but Arwen had already reached the top of the city wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selana and Antarius, looking somewhat fatigued, caught their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They cast one last glance at Sion before vanishing as clouds obscured the moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion hurriedly climbed to the top of the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were already gone. Vanished without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, no one was injured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the War Knights were unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were unconscious, but none were in mortal danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion collapsed against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relief and emptiness mingled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was utterly exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind was overloaded with information,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And above all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was too tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How long had he gone without sleep, tensed up because of those damn spies?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to chase after them and finish it now, but he had truly reached his limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know. I… need to sleep…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion sank into slumber within a single breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen halted her nimble steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was harder to run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her blue cloak fluttered left and right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Apostle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you alright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selana and Antarius quickly rushed to support Arwen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen gently raised her hand to touch her shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The bleeding hasn’t stopped.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even divine power won’t stop it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s impossible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no choice but to treat her right there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selana tore a handkerchief and wrapped it around Arwen’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she received treatment, Arwen spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flash of the star sword wouldn’t leave her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The mission was mostly a success.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Antarius asked, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our mission was never to secure the priestess from the beginning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-what do you mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen smiled dreamily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The divine revelation from Lady Menesia was ‘trial’.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Trial?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean the Goddess’s message was to give Sion a trial?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen nodded once in confirmation to Selana’s question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. That was it. To give a trial to Sion, the next Apostle of the Goddess of War.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But why? Why would she— Ah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Antarius belatedly waved his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t mean to question the Goddess’s will!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know, Antarius. You’re just curious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In simple terms, it was meant to induce awakening.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen reviewed the battle with Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she had broken his spirit earlier, she had been disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t wanted someone so easily broken to hold the position of next Apostle of War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Sion is technically her junior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had hoped for someone slightly more impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the end, he had found his own answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had projected his world into hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he displayed a technique even Arwen couldn’t comprehend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had given him a trial that seemed impossible to overcome—and he had surpassed it defiantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mission to induce his awakening was, for all intents and purposes, a success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had given him her own stamp of approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A question remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why… did the Goddess herself insist on such a task?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",2050,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","e28aa4807b17f2df6dc97459b7f79496f1ade29ed68975983c83fb1b67ab9105","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-97","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-95",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]