Two Weeks Ago…
High above in Olympia, far from the mortal realm, a strikingly handsome man with long white hair stood still, his piercing eyes fixed on two towering statues before him. The statues, grand and imposing, in a hall large enough to rival the size of a football field. The walls where completely white in color, reflecting the light from the glowing crystals that lined the 200-foot-tall pillars.
The man, Britimore, stood at the center of the hall, his hands clasped loosely behind his back.
Britimore felt irritated as his gaze was on one a particular statue—Zeus, the King of the Gods. Beside it stood a slightly smaller statue of another figure, Ragon. The very sight of it made Britimore's lips curl into a wicked smile.
"Hmph," he muttered to himself, his voice reverberating faintly in the vast space.
