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Time never stopped for anyone, and in the entire world, Silver Moon City and the East Sea were merely tributaries of fate.
Perhaps the meeting of Heracles and Prometheus would be a turning point, but before that, the world's center was not there.
The next day, when the Goddess of Dawn danced at the horizon, Olympus was still a scene of festivity.
Beneath the fortress of the Aigaleo Mountains, countless figures gathered once again.
The worlds of gods and humans were never the same. When all gods focused their gaze on Achilles, the mortal realm's wars did not slow down because of it.
With the arrival of the alliances of all countries, a bloody conflict destined to happen began to unfold here.
And at this very moment, in the center of the fortress, a middle-aged man in luxurious robes pushed open the door and entered.
