Ch. 193: A Familiar Face Returns

Ch. 193: A Familiar Face Returns

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I was simply a man walking through the streets of Olympus. No heavy crown weighing me down, no chains of responsibility dragging behind me, no dead souls whispering in my ears. Just me.

I adjusted the sleeves of my white shirt, the fabric loose and comfortable, a far cry from the imposing robes I used to wear. The sandals on my feet made little noise against the pristine marble streets, and I blended in— well, as much as a god like me ever could. The air here was crisp, cleaner than the damp, heavy atmosphere of the underworld or like the light atmosphere of the human world, it carried the scent of fresh ambrosia and flowering vines that clung to the golden columns of the city.

Olympus had changed. Or maybe it had always been this way, and I had simply never taken the time to look.