Not long ago, he had just crossed the threshold of the Abyss.
He appeared calm as he surveyed his surroundings, but in reality, Zeus felt somewhat bewildered, thinking he might have come to the wrong place.
However, after a dizzying swirl, as the chaotic space-time regained calm, the environment around him had drastically transformed into another world.
In Zeus's original impression, the Abyss was directionless and orderless, as well as devoid of chaos. In the past, he had wandered here with a trace of Divine Authority, moving forward one second and backward the next, or even just spinning in place. Even so, he and his brothers had kept advancing in Tartarus at that time.
But at this moment, a different world unfolded before Zeus.
The dark red earth stretched endlessly; mountains and yellow rivers flowed across the land, the soil seemingly soaked with blood and flesh, emitting a faint stench.
