The Etruscan goddess then passed through the wall like a ghost and entered the room where the two gods were. She wore a very long crimson-red dress that covered her down to her feet, as well as a white cape that bordered her shoulders and was tied with a golden chain. Her arms had golden bracelets, and her sandals were made of gold as well.
Something notable was that this Etruscan goddess was very beautiful. The features of her face were exceedingly delicate, and her eyes were large and slanted. The goddess had a somewhat nervous smile, yet it looked rather coquettish thanks to the makeup she wore.
“Thank you! And forgive me for coming without warning,” the Etruscan goddess said.
Then the goddess looked everywhere and saw that there were only the two of them.
“Is Princess Menrva not with you? Were there not more of you?” Turan asked, confused.
Ana, still standing, shook her head.
“Menrva isn’t here right now, but if you wanna talk to us, talk to me,” the goddess replied.
Turan nodded.
“I see. You must be Morrigan, the Irish goddess of war,” Turan said, still nodding her head.
“Please call me Ana. Don’t say that name in front of me,” the Irish goddess replied with an annoyed face.
Turan grew nervous and nodded.
“And you are an eastern god who formed part of the army of the god Mars, correct?” the Etruscan grigori asked nervously.
Ana finally understood. Although she was strong, the power Turan had would not be a threat to the two of them if they decided to attack her. She then understood that the Etruscan goddess felt like a sheep among a pack of wolves.
The Irish goddess sighed and removed her totema from her body as she sat back down on the bed.
“Turan, right?” Ana said to the Etruscan goddess. “Look, a servant brought us a pitcher of fresh water and some grapes and honey a little while ago. Don’t you wanna have some?”
Because of that attitude, Turan felt more comfortable and nodded. Seeing his companion’s actions, Susanoo also removed his totema and sat back down on the floor in his lotus position.
“Forgive me. I am not a warrior goddess,” the Etruscan grigori replied as she filled a glass with water and tasted it.
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Ana gestured with her hand for the goddess to sit on one of the beds. The goddess, still somewhat nervous, nodded.
“So then, what did you wanna explain to us about you, the Etruscan gods, and Lel?” Ana asked.
“Well, I do not know whether you are aware, but the goddess Anat, the right hand of the god El, has disappeared. Therefore, our lord Tinia informed us that tomorrow our troops, together with the troops of the Roman gods, will invade Olympus.”
Ana was surprised. It was precisely what they had been waiting for: the invasion of Olympus to rescue Athena. However, she knew that even so, it was a suicidal mission.
“When we learned that Princess Menrva had returned to Italy, Queen Uni sent me to speak with her and invite you to join our invasion,” the Etruscan goddess continued saying.
Ana realized it would be impossible for the full team to gather by the following day. Freyja and Loki had not returned, and they would surely do so, at the earliest, the next day. Tania and Tul might remain longer in Ibiza. As for Menrva, Epona, and Anpiel, no one knew how long it would take them to find Prometheus.
“Indeed, we also want to enter Olympus to rescue Athena, but I don’t think we’ll be able to gather our whole group by tomorrow,” Ana said.
Turan became discouraged by those words.
“But when we’re together, we’ll support you however we can,” Ana added.
Turan shook her head.
“The problem is that if we fail, it is possible the Eastern Roman Empire will invade these lands, though surely not immediately, since they control southern Italy. Or the Abbasid Caliphate, which controls Sicily,” Turan replied nervously.
“It is possible Italy will be invaded as retaliation for our betrayal… It will not be safe for anyone, including this fief and Menrva’s family,” Turan continued explaining.
Ana remained silent. She knew the Etruscan goddess was telling the truth.
At that moment, Susanoo raised his arm.
“Pardon me, Turan-sama,” the eastern god interrupted. “What would happen if, while you attack the fortifications of Olympus, we invade the hells of that realm and enter through the back door?” the eastern god asked.
Ana turned to Susanoo in fear. It was something impossible to accomplish.
“Ana-hime, we shall enter those hells and rescue our companions in record time,” the eastern god asserted.
“But… but how will you enter Tartarus? That is impossible,” the Etruscan goddess said nervously.
“Our nakama have gone to seek a man called Prometheus, who shall tell us how to enter that world,” the eastern god replied.
“Tell me,” Susanoo continued asking. “Will the invasion take place by morning or by night, taking into consideration the time in these lands?”
Turan placed her finger on her mouth and thought.
“Considering human time, it will be in a little less than twenty-four hours,” she replied.
“Then we shall enter hell within twenty-four hours,” Susanoo said, pointing his sword toward the goddess.
Meanwhile, a man in an ocher tunic was floating above the barrier of Ibiza. The man had a smile on his bearded face.
“So two lovely maidens from Orniskem have come to this city?” the man wondered. “I’m just dyin’ to taste them virgin bodies o’ theirs!” he said to himself.
While this was happening, Tania and Tul continued tending to the people of that city, unaware that an event would soon occur that would change the lives of the two goddesses forever.