Athena stood in the middle of her soul space, taking in the vast stretch of untouched land before her.
The space had expanded again, growing wider and richer as if it responded to her needs.
She inhaled deeply, the air crisp and fresh, carrying the scent of fertile earth. It was strange, this place didn't feel artificial. It felt real, almost more alive than the world outside.
She had made up her mind. If the world was heading toward chaos, then she needed to prepare for complete self-sufficiency. And this space was the perfect answer.
Without wasting time, she rolled up her sleeves and got to work. The first task was to plant crops.
Athena selected the best seeds she could find, wheat, rice, corn, and other staple grains that could sustain a population.
She dug into the soil, letting the dark, nutrient-rich earth crumble between her fingers before carefully placing the seeds in neat rows.
