- The Next Day, Olympus.
After clearing Floor 200, Taufik didn't rest.
He had seen the signs... Felt the ripple.
And he knew exactly who he needed to speak with.
So, he said his farewells to his family, brief but warm, and vanished, reappearing high above Mount Olympus, the ancient throne of the Greek Pantheon.
The sky trembled.
The clouds parted.
And then… silence.
Taufik spread his aura.
Not to intimidate, but to announce.
A golden ripple radiated outward, blanketing all of Olympus in a heartbeat.
It was not aggressive, yet not gentle either.
It was the equivalent of knocking on the gates of heaven… by kicking them open just enough to be polite.
Seconds later, Zeus descended in a flash of lightning, followed immediately by a procession of gods, Ares, Athena, Apollo, Hermes, and behind them, standing solid and grim…
Hercules.
All fully armed. All tense.
It was a force gathered not for diplomacy… but for war.
And yet...
