Themyscira.
Diana Prince stood alone at the edge of a wave-battered cliff, gazing into the distance. Ever since Link had come to reign over the universe, time here seemed to have stopped. The Amazon warriors no longer needed to train, for war had vanished; their glory and purpose, along with their faith, had been sealed away by that New God in history's display case.
Her people were content with this eternal peace and had even begun to sing Link's praises. But Diana was not. She could feel the warrior's fire in her blood being cooled, little by little, by the omnipresent "mind field." This slow erosion, like a frog being boiled alive without realizing it, hurt her more than any blade ever could.
Bruce's message was like a key, unlocking the shackles around her heart once more.
She drew a deep breath, turned, and walked back to the Amazons' oldest temple. This was forbidden ground, housing the last path to Mount Olympus.
"My queen, where are you going?" Her mother, Queen Hippolyta, stopped her at the temple entrance, her eyes filled with worry and confusion. "Diana, the war is over. Link... he is a merciful god."
"Mother, peace in captivity is not peace. It is a prison." Diana stroked her mother's face. "I am not going to start a war. I am going to reclaim our right to choose war—or peace."
With that, she hesitated no longer and stepped through the portal of moonlight deep within the temple.
After a dizzying whirl, Diana's feet touched solid ground.
This was Mount Olympus, home of the gods.
Yet there were none of the magnificent temples she had imagined, only deathly silent ruins. Golden columns lay broken on the ground, and white marble steps were covered in moss and cracks. The sky was