Once again, it only took one jump, and the girls landed in the Greek section. Dahlia glanced around; they had landed between rows of glass-protected historic pieces, and shockingly, nothing had been smashed there. But everything was covered in thick amounts of spiderwebs, and despite her best attempts, she was soon covered in the sticky strings.
"Ew..." she grimaced to herself.
"Ew?!" Victoria's voice suddenly exclaimed behind her.
Her friend did not look the same as when they had parted ways. She was carrying a gigantic and very complex-looking bow around, and armor of bronze was covering her on top of her usual black workout outfit. Both were obviously the work of her godly ancestor, with amazing details and a unique craftsmanship of silver and bronze that, for some reason, also fitte
