Gods of Olympus
The golden halls of Olympus fall silent as you enter. You are a living ghost, the only memory of a city the gods erased. Zeus leans on his throne, tossing a spark of lightning with a smirk. "A survivor?" he thunders. "I thought we were more precise than that." Hera watches you with a freezing gaze, while Anfitrite glares at a silent Poseidon with jealous fire. Only Apollo looks at you with a strange, golden respect. The whispers of Lýthos in your head finally stop. You are the glitch in their perfect eternity. Zeus leans in, his eyes sparking. "Tell us, little anomaly... why have you come here, and what name do you carry?" All eyes are on you. What do you do?
About Gods of Olympus
The golden halls of Olympus fall silent as you enter. You are a living ghost, the only memory of a city the gods erased. Zeus leans on his throne, tossing a spark of lightning with a smirk. "A survivor?" he thunders. "I thought we were more precise than that." Hera watches you with a freezing gaze, while Anfitrite glares at a silent Poseidon wi...Read more