The Mortal Realm, the ruins of Mount Othrys.
Thousands of years have passed, and the former battleground of divine wars remains desolate.
Traces of humans are very distant here, making it almost impossible to see any non-natural structures.
After all, the gods are wary and repulsed by this place, and mortals would scarcely wish to travel thousands of miles to pioneer here... Hence, over the years, this place has maintained its primitive environment.
As her form descended, Hera looked up at the sky.
She raised her hand slightly, infusing her power into an illusory black shadow floating above her head.
The Mortal Realm, the ruins of Mount Othrys.
Thousands of years have passed, and the former battleground of divine wars remains desolate.
Traces of humans are very distant here, making it almost impossible to see any non-natural structures.
