Olympus.
"Hm?" Poseidon looked at the golden mark projected across the sky, his eyes narrowing slightly. "That thing... is different from yesterday."
"Wasn't this thing projected from the source? It can actually change?"
Hades studied the strange mark in the sky, tracing it with his hand several times as he pondered:
"It resembles yesterday's mark somewhat, but there's a bend extending from the edge, then another upward hook... Is it trying to remind us of something?"
The two chief gods stared at the mark above their heads and fell into deep thought...
Meanwhile,
At the edge of Mount Olympus, a gray-furred rat lay prone on the ground.
Its pitch-black eyes fixed on the mark in the sky. A moment later, its body suddenly twisted, and a pair of blood-red bat wings burst from its back!
The gray-furred rat shot up from the ground and flew toward the depths of the mist.
After crossing the vast sea for an unknown length of time, the outline of a strait hidden within the mist gradually emerged. It flew between the two sides of the strait and plunged headfirst into the sea.
The world turned upside down, and a strait that existed only within the reflection appeared on either side.
Sword-like cliffs towered over both banks of the strait. Dense mist formed what seemed like a wall, wrapping one of the cliffs so tightly that not a crack remained.
The gray-furred rat flapped over the surging sea and crashed straight into the wall of gray mist. Its previously hazy vision abruptly widened. Inside this Wall of Mist, there was unexpectedly no mist at all, and it looked remarkably similar to Great Xia.
Strangely shaped devices stood atop the cliff. Some resembled massive computers, some resembled radar systems, and some looked like helmets covered in