At the very least, Adam’s energy and vitality no longer wantonly bled from them.

And for the briefest moment when Adam lifted his head, light, sound, and all aspects of the human experience rapidly receded from him, for his beauty now transcended all of these.

The feaurs of his reconstructed body had shattered through the ceiling of human

perception entirely.

Though the features were still definitely his and the previous bone structure was still there, they now possessed an almost impossible symmetry and refinement, as if his new form had been sculpted by the heavens themselves rather than born naturally.

Adam was already genetically engineered to be the peak of physical attraction, and now, he’d been touched by the divine as well.

And so he’d become terrifyingly beautiful.

Beautiful enough to drag anyone—god, mortal or spirit— into an abyss if lust and desire no matter how much mental fortitude they had.

Beautiful enough to literally affect the natural light and color around him simply with his presence alone.

His face retained its masculine sharpness, yet every line now carried an unnatural grace that no mortal being could ever hope to attain.

His jawline looked like it was carved from marble, and his skin was impossibly smooth and luminous beneath the faint crimson glow radiating from his body.

Athena stared at him silently.

Among the gods, she had seen many with enrapturing features.

But comapred to the being before her, all of them were crude and unsightly.

Adam’s beauty was something entirely different. If it could be described in one word, that word would be: "Catastrophic."

Like a star given human form.

But even his celestial appearance was overpowered the immense inexhaustible rage radiating from him.

His expression, though still impossibly beautiful was blackened with the intent to the kill.

And as if in fear of him the world faintly trembled. Adams gaze locked onto the dragon as he sang with sonorous voice, a rich chorus of tunes descended through the cavern.

"Well done."

Then he was gone. Moving with godly speed far beyond anything hed shown so far, a blur of motion against the dragon’s large body.

With a leap, Adam scaled the creature’s leg, his fingers easily digging through its armored scales like a warm knife through butter.

There was no sound, nor was there a body. The only proof that he moved was the black shadow racing across the dragons form in graceful dance.

After mounting the creature’s cranium, he only lightly caressed it horns with fingers....then in a morbid eruption of blood the creature’s horns were torn out of skull.

The beast roared in pain, however now there was a lot more fear coloring its cries. And it was right to be afraid.

Adam pulled back his arm, clenched his fingers into a fist, and mercilessly struck the dragon’s jaw.

[DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON]

It was incomprehensible, how a dainty human fist could have produced so much force. The great dragon of Hyperion, a beast on par with the strongest of Echidna’s brood. Was smashed all the way into a large hill in a cataclysmic explosion of power.

The impact shook the entirety of the trial grounds, resonating like a thunderclap, and it would continue for a long time.

After the debris settled all that was left was the dragon partially buried under the rubble, bellowing in pain.

Its lower jaw suspended aimlessly underneath is upper jaw, broken.

And standing on a soft hill of rubble overlooking its body was a beautiful dark angel. Adam’s expression constantly alternated between intense rage and bloodlust.

"You pushed me until the monster within me cried out in vengeance, are you satisfied?" Adam roared as he leaped into the air, pushing against the cavern ceiling he descended with unstoppable momentum, driving both his feet into the dragon’s skull.

"Is this what you wanted?" He yelled as he again struck at the beast’s head.

[BOOOOM]

The dust around them was whipped up into a frenzy as shockwaves exploded forth from them.

[BOOOOM]

He struck again, causing an explosion of air.

[BOOOOOM]

[BOOOOM]

[BOOOOM]

[BOOOOOM]

Then finally, as he pulled back his fist for the nth time, he saw that the creature was drenched in it’s own blood and his motion halted. Stepping out his blood lust he looked down to find a mangled bile of broken flesh.

Ruptured organs, torn vessels, and a crippled existence.

No one would be capable of recognizing the mass of flesh beneath him as a once majestic dragon.

His eyes rapidly oscillated between dilation and constriction. Every inch of his body was now entirely drenched in blood.

The entire trial had put far too great a strain on his mind and soul.

"Yes, I am satisfied!" Hyperion’s ancient voice rang out in the sky above, snapping Adam out of his reverie.

A familiar pillar of crimson fire came onto the space in front of Adam. It’s radiance even brighter than before.

Deep, ferocious laughter filled the space around Adam as the flame took on Hyperion’s fiery outline.

"Congratulations young man, you have done the impossible and passed my trial as a mortal. Though I now sense divinity from you, your merit still remains."

Adam’s expression slowly relaxed, and then he said somewhat brashly, "I have already passed. So then please honor your promise and restore Athena’s strength!"

Athena’s eyes trembled... The first question Adam asked was about the way to restore her strength. Even if her heart was as cold as it used to be, it still wouldn’t be able to help but throb so quickly.

"Of course It is beneath me to decieve a mortal and a helpless goddess. But before that, I have to first grant you something that you deserve."

"This trial was designed to find a worthy god capable of overturning the dynasty of the Olympians. As a reward for the trial’s completion, I would entrust them with a great secret that would aid their efforts.

For a mortal to attempt this trial, would be nothing but suicide!

But even so, I did not bar you entry because I sensed you were special. And you actually rewarded my faith by succeeding. This .. .is the best of all outcomes."

"The truth is . . . If not for the impossibility of it, I would have desired for a mortal to be the one to succeed in this trial above all else.

Because while we gods are spiritual beings that merely emulate the physical, you mortals are born with corporeal bodies anchored to the material world.

Your kind .. . are the perfect vessels! And even though godly ichor now flows through your veins, that has not yet changed!"

"Vessel!" Adam sneered. "Could to be that you wish for me to be a receptacle for your soul!?"

"In a sense." Hyperion admitted calmly."

"Child do you know of the five aspects of the divine soul?"

Adam:"...?"

"In the ancient era, Thoth, the egyptian god of knowledge theorized it best.

The first is the Ka, the divine Life Force, or in simple terms, our divinity: what make us endless and eternal.

Then there is the Ba, the unique personality, character, and individuality of a god.

Then the Sekhem, the accumaltion of all the power we garnered over our entire lives, or rather, the primal forces we embodies as gods; our endless, inexstinguishable divine energies.

Then there is the Ren, a gods’s true, secret identity, and finally, the shuyet (Shadow), an extension of a gods essence.

I am only a remnant of Hyperion’s soul possessing a mere fraction of his Ka(life force), and his Ba (Personality), but I was bequeathed with the entirety of his Sekhem(Power).

That’s is to say. . . that I posses almost all his power as the original sun god. But as I previously said, the current me is a fractured and broken existence that will not continue to exist for much longer. And when I die, all of Hyperions power an legacy will return to the void with me.

But this need not happen now that you are here. You . . . are the perfect vessels for the power of the sun Titan. In you, Hyperion’s legacy may live on."

Then the fiery spirit’s gaze drifted towards Athena. "The method to restore her is one I can only execute after my power has been transfered to you. So calm yourself, and accept the legacy of the original sun Titan."

As Hyperion’s voice fell, a speck of brilliant crimson light suddenly came flying from the darkness, and accurately touched the spot between Adam’s eyebrows. Afterwards, it directly sunk into the space between his brows.

Immediately, Adam’s mind was overcome with fiery images of the sun Titan’s entire life:

Born from the union of Uranus and Gaia; his regal from towering over the mountains as he served Cronus in the golden age.

Delivering heavenly light to the the virgin land of greece; the birth of the new divine beings that became the olympian gods; The long ten year war with the gods for the right to rule; and finally his murder and imprisonment in Tartarus at Zeus’s behest.