In the heart of one of the Celestial realm, where thunder echoed without storm and marble halls shimmered with divine authority, Morvius arrived without warning.
His presence parted the veils of Olympus realm like a blade through silk.
Even Zeus who was now seated upon his throne carved from stormcloud and lightning, felt his brows lift in surprise.
He had not called Morvius. The director of the World Master Bureau simply appeared.
And right now Zeus was not alone.
Within Zeus's room, two other chair stood occupied. One of them was Hades, lord of the Underworld who now cloaked in more solemn shadows and Poseidon the god of the sea's fury. His trident resting beside him.
The three pillars of the pantheon were gathered. Zeus had wanted to explain about what he saw when he go with Bael not long ago.
