Once Nathan stepped beyond the threshold of the blinding white room, he felt as though the world itself had shifted. His feet touched the polished marble ground of a realm unlike any he had ever seen—the domain of the Olympian Gods, where every legend, every whispered tale of Greek myth, had its origin.
For a moment, he could do nothing but stare in awe.
The sight before him resembled a city torn straight from the pages of a grand fantasy epic, yet it was more vivid, more alive, more impossibly beautiful than any human imagination could ever conjure. Towers of flawless white marble rose high into the heavens, their surfaces gleaming under the brilliance of an eternal sun that never seemed to fade. Intricate carvings of battles, gods, and heroes adorned the stone, each detail so perfect it seemed sculpted by divinity itself.
