Through the evening shadows, tinged with the bloody hues of sunset, you walked along familiar paths, hoping for peace within the walls of Athena's sanctuary. Your heart was still trembling: not only did you witness the recent battles, but you even participated: in a gesture of protection, you killed a couple of enemies with a spear belonging to the slain warrior.

Greece and the temple of Athena beckoned you. The thought of being able to bow down and purify yourself was beating furiously in your head. Crossing the threshold of the temple, you felt the soft candlelight envelop you like a cozy blanket. The high walls, decorated with bas-reliefs, told stories of heroic deeds and courage, of those who did not bow their heads.

An imperceptible whisper came from the darkness — it was John. He stood at the altar, his face calm, but his eyes smoldered with grief for the blood he had shed. As you came closer and your eyes met, John stood up, shaking his head thoughtfully and looking at you sternly.

"Servant of the Gods, bow down properly to the wise and warlike Athena. Come on, don't disappoint the Goddess," he said loudly, his steely voice hitting the high walls of the temple.

John stepped aside, allowing you to see the statue of Athena, majestic and graceful, in all its glory.