Olympus was fraught with danger, a landscape of death where even Demigods struggle to keep their lives. On one side, the seemingly never ending war raged on, the armies of Ares trampling on and mowing down their enemies with terrifying efficiency. On the other, the skies had been upturned.
Besieged by the Titans, this side of Olympus had become unrecognizable. Flames so condensed they could be mistaken for lava flowed like rivers, engulfing all within its incinerating embrace. Beside it, a once vibrant forest had been turned into a landscape of ice, its icy aura wafting into the air with chilling coldness.
