Over the past few months, many things had happened in the world.
On the continent, soldiers from all countries fought fiercely on the battlefield, and once the Goddess descended from Mount Nysa, she could no longer return.
Inside the Golden Palace of Olympus, the feast celebrating the All Gods had just ended.
Despite the disastrous defeat of mortals having reached the ears of the All Gods, they were confident as they were about to receive a fresh force.
Above the East Sea, Heracles had finally brought Prometheus out.
He had recovered his alchemy ship and was preparing to return to the continent.
Besides, in many other corners, countless schemes were secretly underway.
Even though no one yet felt that the Divine King in his glory would fall, nor did anyone think that another epoch was nearing its end.
But for some beings, that didn't matter at all.
After all, the weak waited for the tide of events, but the strong, they were the source of everything.