Olympus.
Poseidon looked at the golden mark above him as it changed once more, his expression turning grim.
After observing it for the past two days, he could more or less confirm that the mysterious pattern hanging over Olympus changed once a day. This frequency gave Poseidon an ominous feeling.
Just then, a streak of light flew in from the distance and landed on the main peak.
It was a god covered in blood, his aura incomparably weak. He leaned on a strangely shaped staff with one hand, barely managing to steady himself before the Golden Throne.
"Dionysus?" Poseidon narrowed his eyes at the face before him. "You came back alone?"
"We were ambushed by Silent Angel at Great Xia's southern border... Damn it, that bastard was too strong. Even Artemis and I together were no match for him. If I hadn't had so many ways to escape, I'd probably be buried at the bottom of the sea by now." Dionysus spoke with a dark expression.
Poseidon nodded slightly without saying anything.
Ares failing to return had been within his and Hades's expectations. But of the two chief gods who had gone to the southern border, only one had escaped... Losing two chief gods in succession was extremely unfavorable for Olympus in its current state.
Dionysus looked up at the sky over Olympus. After hesitating for a moment, he finally asked:
"By the way, what is that thing?"
"It appeared two days ago. It was projected from our origin, and it changes once a day... But we still don't know what exactly it signifies."
"Two days ago? It changes once a day?" Dionysus froze, his expression immediately becoming strange.
"What? You recognize it?"
"...What did it look like yesterday and the day before yesterday?"
Poseidon pointed at the ground before