Olympus, before the Golden Palace.
The Well of Reincarnation inverted in the sky, the Codex of Creation sealing the realms.
The shadow of Asgard loomed indistinctly, and for the first time, the remnants of the Nine Realms, once ruled by Zeus, were exposed so directly to all beings.
The deities and nymphs on the Mount of the Gods looked at each other, incredulous that the Divine King, who had just displayed great power, had suddenly fallen into the divine realm he had once 'created.'
But this was not the main issue. The greater problem was that the divine artifact from the Spirit Realm and the power it brought were restrained, but the deities themselves were not.
With the shadow of the Nether Moon on her back, wings unfolded behind her.
Vast divine power surged above the Mount of the Gods, making it impossible for those with anything less than intermediate divine power to even gaze upon it.
Liana knew that, in principle, her task for today was completed.
