He exhaled, and although the pressure from the Primordial Gods remained strong, Mother Earth, the one with whom he had a direct conflict, happened to be the weakest among them. His heart relaxed slightly as he watched the illusory scenery around him slowly dissipate, and Zeus locked onto the interface attached to Mount Olympus.
He was very curious about what was in this strange world—perhaps the treasure trove of that Otherworldly Divine King was among them. Since he still had time, he might as well probe into it.
Moreover, an interface... Zeus had many ideas about it.
...
No one knew what disaster had occurred at Olympus; the collision between worlds was silent yet vast and unpredictable.
Even Laine, far away in the Spirit Realm, only glanced strangely toward The East of the continent at the beginning.
