In the heart of the eastern lands stood the towering Mount of the Gods, rising high above the Mortal Realm.
The magnificent and sacred Mount Olympus remained as perfect as ever, with palaces of the gods shimmering in divine light of various colors.
Exotic flowers and rare herbs adorned the mountain paths; the morning sun shone on the jewel-encrusted halls, casting waves of golden light. Everything was so harmonious—if you only looked at the surroundings.
However, unlike the peaceful scenery, the creatures on the mountain were already in complete chaos. Panic and dismay were poorly concealed beneath the gods' forced composure, and the servants around them were even more ashen-faced. Although none among them could see the actual process or outcome of the battle between Zeus and Typhon, some things were quite obvious.
