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The End of the Aeon — Aion

「Polymetis, you’re being too loud. I get that you’re happy, but… stop singing!」

Even Arima found it annoying.

The pillar of Polymetis was resounding with solemn music, a hymn celebrating the birth of Phrygia’s Athena. It was a rejoicing of souls reunited, a celebration of rebirth.

After all, Hephaestus was also a god of the arts.

「Let him have today. Tone it down tomorrow, Polymetis.」

Libya gently soothed Arima. It was understandable. Even if he was now a shattered remnant, the rebirth of Athena had to be deeply moving for Hephaestus.

「But what shall we do, Typhon-sama? About our past relations with the other Super AIs…?」

Echidna looked at Arima’s face anxiously.

Arima wore no expression.

「There’s nothing to be done. Hestia and Hades aren’t part of the Twelve Olympians. So long as they don’t attack, I won’t lift a finger.」

「And Phrygia’s Athena?」

「She might carry Athena’s traits, but she herself denies being that Athena. She’s outside my jurisdiction.」

「Now