Athena paced back and forth. Her hand was on her chin, her eyes were set on the floor, her forehead creased, eyebrows almost meeting because of too much thinking that no one could interrupt her even when a lot of eyes had been eyeing her already.
“What should we do? Why did we accept their challenge? Gosh, we’re so impulsive,” she told herself, mumbling those words since earlier and repeatedly hitting herself lightly upon realizing that it was already too late for them to actually take back their answer and back down. “If Evander just didn’t accept their challenge then I wouldn’t be this problematic as I am now.”
She frustratedly sighed, brushing her face because of the fact that he couldn’t do anything but accept that she couldn’t do anything anymore but face the challenge they were goi
