Under the scorching midday sun, the Corycian mountain range was as tranquil as ever.
Perhaps it was because the most terrifying monsters had once visited this place, leaving behind an aura that ordinary people could hardly detect. In any case, not only did common beings avoid the nearby area as if their lives depended on it, but even the demonic monsters were reluctant to approach the mountain range.
Standing halfway up the slope, Zephyrus silently awaited the Divine King's emergence from the cave.
The bone-grinding, soul-penetrating noise that was there before had vanished, and quietude followed suit. In the mind of the God of the West Wind, Zeus must have freed himself from the shackles of Typhon's power. However, as he waited left and right, Zephyrus had yet to see Zeus emerge from the cavern.
It was as if the previous commotion had been an illusion, which for a moment puzzled the West Wind God, but he wasn't very willing to go in and check.
