"You might think I'm being a little arrogant."
The petite girl idly toyed with the olive wreath in her hands.
"But forgive my bluntness." She straightened up and looked around disdainfully.
"On the battlefield, you're all trash!! Every last one of you!!"
The onlookers wept bitterly. What happened to the gentle, adorable Goddess of Victory? How did she suddenly turn into this wicked-looking menace? Call Zeus! King of the Gods, please take this Nike back!
The King of the Gods on Mount Olympus picked at his ear. The passage to the divine realm is closed now, mortals below. You're on your own.
The human world was plunged into wailing and misery.
It would be bad enough if this girl were just the Goddess of Victory. Everyone thought that aside from blessing people and granting speed, she had no other divine powers and wouldn't be much of a threat away from the battlefield. But no one realized that the Goddess of Victory also moonlights as the Goddess of Luck... Now that's awkward.
