We've got to go into Tartarus?
Are you kidding me?
I stand on the balcony overlooking the splendor of Mount Olympus as the sun sets. Fleecy clouds ring the summit. Once, I would have scoffed at the premise that anyone could conceal a huge palace complex for centuries ... then, I became an innkeeper to the gods. I live at Hogwarts, essentially.
From the balcony, I can also see into our room, furnished in the Hellenistic style. Daji, Sun Wukong, and Erlang seem to be in a heated argument over who should go back and hold down the fort at the hotel. The two macaque monkeys square off against the tall, graceful fox goddess. She'll get her way, at least as far as Wukong is concerned.
"But why do I have to miss out?" Wukong bursts out. "I arranged a match with Ares for tomorrow. I can fight here without breaking some stupid code of conduct."
