A being forged, sun and moon aligned,
Descends upon the oak, an ancient design,
Eminence indulged, a spoiled soul's reign,
Crimson tide surges, revealing the bane,
Within the fervent brood, veils of deceit,
Illusions of grandeur, a darkened conceit...
"An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind."
Lightning, It's all I remember. The nurse informed me that I had suffered first and second degree burns, mainly on my face, arms, and chest, as well as brain damage of a minor nature. I, along with a couple hundred other people... No, scratch that, a horde of people, beyond my ability to make an estimated guess, are being led somewhere. As far as I am aware, there were not this many people in Rakhons.
In the infirmary located in Jonilguk, I was receiving treatment for my injuries when I noticed something. It's probably not a cause for concern, but I heard someone screaming. It's not just that they were screaming, but they mentioned Olympus.
Zeus, the Deity of Lightning, stands as the sovereign ruler of Olympus.
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Regarded by a multitude of epithets including 'Lord of the Sky,' 'Cloud-Gatherer,' 'Rain-God,' and 'Zeus the Thunderer'.
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Approximately 512 years ago, Zeus, the divine sovereign of Mount Olympus, harboured an inclination towards the indulgence of mirthful festivities. In another sense, he desired a touch of thrill.
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Zeus, in his sovereign wisdom, resolved to bestow upon two exceedingly potent warriors the mantle of a demigod utilizing the 'Bune și Rele', curious to observe their subsequent actions.
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In due course, the valiant combatants attained a profound awareness of their newly bestowed prowess, mere moments after the endowment.
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Succumbing to the intoxicating allure of prestige, these intrepid champions found themselves inexorably drawn into a confrontation at Ogerume, now immortalized as Kaialia.
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Initially conceived as an experimental skirmish, a trial to assay their newfound powers upon a worthy peer, swiftly metamorphosed into a fervid discord, and ultimately culminated into a lethal conflagration.
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Swift and ferocious was their clash, an unforgiving tempest that ravaged half of Kaialia's expanse in a scant span of minutes, until the poignant juncture arrived wherein both combatants met their demise in eerie simultaneity."
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These two individuals were known as 'Tyr' and 'Magnar,' bearers of valor and might.
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Tyr, a svelte figure with a pallid countenance, bore the insignia of swiftness and nimbleness, an epitome of his repute. His ruff brown locks adorned him, oft accentuated by a dually-structured eyewear accessory in jet black, perched upon an intellectual visage. The demigod attribute inherent to Tyr, aptly named 'grăbește,' held his affections.
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In stark contrast, the enigma enshrouding Magnar's demigod aptitude veiled the depths of comprehension. Magnar, a towering colossus reaching a stature betwixt seven to eight feet, sported a complexion of a light bronzed hue, an aesthetic that belied his immense might. Whispers spoke of the formidable cudgel he bore, marred by nails and tainted with the vestiges of former battles.
An intense light shone so brightly I thought I was going blind. Everybody around me stopped moving. I heard shouts from what sounded like the soldiers or guards that were leading us telling us to stop moving. It felt as if my feet were about to tear off, and the ankle chains that had been placed on our feet kept tightening in order to prevent us from escaping.
As I looked up towards the clouds, I noticed a ginormous staircase. We were ordered to start climbing. We began to ascend the stairs, one step at a time, with our backs to the soldiers. My heart was pounding as each step felt like an eternity. I could feel the cold concrete against my skin as I stumbled up the stairs.
With each step I could feel my muscles aching more and more. My vision was becoming blurry as I looked out towards the horizon, and I could barely make out the silhouette of what looked to be a castle. I was filled with fear as the reality of the situation began to sink in. I was most likely climbing up to my death, and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it.
"The fifth law states, no god must bring a mortal into Olympus, no matter the cause or reason."
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