She was anxiously waiting for the result, but she didn't expect that the abyss of pain was waiting for her.

The web of fate woven for her by the goddess of fate herself has tightly encircled the sirens, so that she can't struggle anymore.

Listening to Hermes's advice when she was leaving, she would never leave the sea. But it didn't matter if she left or not, because Athena still found her. Looking at the person in a panic, she even forgot to run away. Athena took a few steps back, and the sirens realized that she had been locked in a boxy iron cage since she had begun.

The cage grew smaller and smaller until she was able to stand inside. Athena smiled and stepped forward, like a friendly teacher, "Siren, who are your parents?" ”

The siren looked at Athena with fear in her eyes, but she didn't speak.

Athena raised her eyebrows, and the spear in her hand stabbed at the iron cage, and the siren's eyes widened in horror, thinking that the spear that was going to pierce her body, but it was pointed at the iron rod on one side, and suddenly, a gold wire stretched out from the top of the iron rod and pierced the siren's left shoulder.

"Ahh

The pain was so painful that the siren couldn't even move or breathe, and the pain of her flesh and bones made her eyes close tightly, and her lips were bloodless in an instant.

"Don't you say it yet?"

Athena raised the corners of her mouth, this time it was a sincere smile, this girl's courage and endurance are very powerful, but this is far from enough, the first defeat of the female god of war should be more heroic.

Another golden thread shot out, and the siren couldn't even make a sound, because the stinging lungs involuntarily rose and fell, but it brought more pain, and blood trickled out of her two butterfly bones, and the blood that should have been bright red was now black and red.

The golden rope forged by the god of fire is highly poisonous, although the god is immortal, it will increase the original pain a thousand times more, and there is also an unexpected effect.

Thinking of this, Athena smiled even more happily, she looked down at the siren, obviously a beautiful face, but the words she said were extremely vicious, "Actually, I don't care who your parents are at all, no matter who they are, I will punish you, this is the price you have to pay." ”

The siren died and came alive in pain, and the pain made her convulse, but as long as there was a slight movement in her body, the two gold threads that pulled the butterfly bones would wear away her blood and bones, and let the pain spread throughout her body.

Athena picked up the driftwood that had been pulling on the sea, and the siren and the iron cage fell down heavily, she looked up in horror, Athena showed a somewhat surprised expression, and then clapped her hands as if sorry.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you, that city belongs to me, and now it's called Athens."

She tried to gather her strength, but she found that she couldn't do anything, the pain was always there, the blood was always draining, the sirens were struggling desperately, the two gold threads behind her tormented her like poisonous snakes, and she even felt the hole in her back getting bigger and bigger.

Weeping and yelling, but no one could hear it.

"Let me go! Please let me go! ”

There was no one in the empty ocean to save her, so she could only let herself fall faster and faster, and never see the light again.

Gradually sinking into the deep sea, she could not see anything, could not see herself, could not see her surroundings. The sea soaked her wounds, the pain of the pins and needles made her cry out in pain, she did not dare to move, the pain was heart-wrenching, and she did not dare to relax a little, two golden threads hung on her, piercing the siren like an awl.

The terrible cry alarmed the giants of the deep sea that the world had never seen before, but they did not dare to approach the sirens, because the black blood that continued to flow from the sirens had already stained the sea into a sea of poison.

Fear and pain eroded her, but she was still crying out, expecting someone to come to her rescue.

Calling Hermes, calling Father, calling Mother, calling Poseidon.

But no one, no one came.

The long torture made her feel like she was dying, but as Athena said, God is immortal, and she can only suffer here. The thought that such pain and fear would stay with her forever, like Prometheus, who had been pecked at by an eagle, cried out in horror, "Help me! Help me! Poseidon, help me! ”

The Sea Emperor could hear all the sounds of the sea and feel all the breath of the sea, but he never appeared, Athena's last words hit her heart, because of the siren's intervention, the city belonged to Athena, so he gave up on himself?

A great deal of despair hung over the siren's heart, and the sea invaded a pair of red and swollen eyes, and the sour feeling made her want to gouge out her own eyeballs. No one will come to save her, she is a person who only makes mistakes, her mother will not come, her father will not come, Hermes will not come.

But Poseidon! Why don't you come too!

I'm bleeding and crying in your sea, why don't you come and save me!

Learning divine arts, spreading the wings of the gods, and worrying day and night have now become jokes. In fact, if you think about it carefully, without Poseidon's consent, Athena could not appear around the underwater palace, and it was he who gave himself to Athena.

The sirens were in complete despair, it was she who was too naïve, it was she who believed in the wrong person.

The siren's body was in tatters, and her soul was drowned in the deepest depths of the sea, never to come out again.

Maybe it's three days, maybe it's March, maybe it's three years, the siren can't count the time at all, her face is bloodless, but she still won't die, what a terrible reality, she will stay here forever, people will gradually forget her, and the only thing that can accompany her is loneliness, death, tears, and severe pain.

When the muse finally saw the siren, he did not dare to move before he had time to rejoice.

Her beautiful daughter, standing as stiff as a corpse in an iron cage, Hermes helped the muse find the siren on the sea, he did not expect the siren to be the daughter of the muse, let alone the siren would be like this.

It's ...... It's a dead man.

Unable to breathe in heartache, the muse held back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes, flew to the siren, and despite the poison and pain, he opened the iron cage alive, and then pulled out the gold thread that was inserted behind the siren. A terrible scream resounded through the deep sea, Hermes had already come to her side, the siren's body twitched involuntarily, a face was no longer bloodless, but blood was still dripping from the wound behind it.

Taking her to the land, Hermes immediately healed her wounds, but could not let the wounds heal, the siren slowly opened her eyes, and the moment she saw her mother, she could not even shed tears, she could only say intermittently: "Mother...... I was wrong...... Don't leave me behind......"

The siren hallucinated because of the pain, and the muse could not bear to look at it anymore, so he turned away, let the tears fall, and forcefully held back his cry. Hermes eagerly poured divine power into her, but to no avail.

The muse wiped her tears, turned around again, her eyes became cold, as if she had made up her mind, and shook Hermes away with a wave, she smeared her own blood on the wound of the siren, and the originally hidden divine wings appeared again, and the siren became a little more energetic, she looked at her mother, and before she could be happy or sad, the muse lifted her, and the two flew up to the clouds together.

Hermes was startled and wanted to go over, but was blocked out by the thick fog that the Muses had released.

"Don't you have what it takes! Come on! Race with me, race me the way you did against Athena! ”

The siren stepped back in horror, but staggered and fell to her knees, crying and crawling forward, hugging her mother's legs, hoping that she would not be angry again. But the muse was resolute, and she didn't skimp on her strength at all, grabbing the siren from behind and touching the wound, "Race with me!" Siren, what are you afraid of? Are you not even afraid of Athena, and you will be afraid of me! ”

The siren's crying voice was hoarse, and her heart-rending cry shook everyone's hearts, and she kept begging the muse for forgiveness.

Hermes was dying, but the barrier set up by the Muses was too strong for him to get over. Just when he was in a hurry, something happened that he could never believe.

Ignoring the siren's cries, the muse ripped off her wings, and the wings left her body, and the siren's voice stopped abruptly, and the sirens who had no wings fell straight to the sea, and the only little blood that was left flowed out, soaking the sea.

He didn't want to see this picture a second time. Until now, if he saw something fall from the sky, he would still be irrepressibly afraid, afraid that the nightmare would appear again.

Scamander finally arrived, and he dispersed the fog of the muses, and Hermes immediately flew to her side and picked her up. The siren could only look at the muse vacantly, and Hermes's heart ached with his pale face.

Scamander even wanted to kill the muse, but the most important thing was to save the siren, I don't know how much divine power was used, I don't know how many places and methods were found, and finally saved the siren's life.

The sirens survived, but were no longer gods. It's like the conversation with her mother in the past, and now she's just a mermaid, a kraken.

Scamander stayed with the sirens, went out for a night in between, and when he came back, something began to look different, Hermes asked, but he was silent and said nothing. The next day, he sent Hermes and the sirens to the foot of Mount Olympus and left alone.

Carrying the siren step by step up the mountain, because he wanted to save the siren, he was now tired of even flying, and secretly sent her to the goddess of the hunt, begging her to be kind enough to take the siren, and he was even willing to do anything.

In fact, the most cherished and most sorry for the sirens is Hermes, who has done so much for himself. With this feeling, she worked hard to live, worked hard to recover, for the people who love her, she must live well, wait for the divine wings to grow again, and repay with her endless life.

Artemis taught her how to hunt, helped her adjust to life in Olympus, and even thoughtfully hid her from Athena.

Later, following Pearl back to her home, the sirens felt free again, they didn't have to hide, they didn't have to be afraid, and sometimes they even forgot the pain in their backs, as if they were back to their happy lives.

Hermes could not always come to see her, she also learned to take care of herself alone, and in a thousand years she was no longer the siren she once was, and the pain became less and less, replaced by the itch of growth.

Divine wings, it's about to grow.

The sharp feeling of falling and the cold wind blade stung his body, just as he fell into the underworld two hundred years ago, and suddenly, Amplos opened his eyes violently.

It's still night, it's still Hischark's bed.