Overworld, in Olympus.
A thunderous sound rippled through the skies as a massive portal tore open above the highest peak of Mount Olympus, its golden light cascading across the divine realm like a river of molten dawn.
The radiance was so intense that even the sacred marble pillars of Olympus seemed to shimmer in awe.
Startled by the sudden phenomenon, the Nymphs tending the gardens of ambrosia and the Divine Spirits who maintained the flow of celestial energy all froze in shock, their gazes lifting toward the heavens where the portal spun like a luminous storm.
Whispers spread like wildfire among them.
Some trembled in fear, others in reverence, for such a portal could only mean one thing—the return of the Olympians from beyond the realms.
Without hesitation, a group of Nymphs dashed through the golden courtyards, their steps echoing through the marble halls as they hurried toward the grand throne chamber to inform Hera of what had transpired.
