On the Olympus Holy Mountain, Nymphs of the forests, plains, springs, and seas carried fine wine and delicacies through the magnificent palaces of the gods.
The Nymphs seemed unaware that Zeus had brought the world of the gods into view from a higher-dimensional space-time. They sat among the mountains and streams, laughing brightly at the bats that swooped toward them with wings spread and squeaking cries. It was a scene of natural harmony.
The next instant, the bats landed on the Nymphs, bared their pale fangs, and sank them toward their soft skin.
Just then, an indescribable presence radiated from the palace. Its majesty enveloped the entire Olympus Holy Mountain in an instant. Humans, Vampires, and Nymphs alike felt an overwhelming urge to prostrate themselves.
Under the gaze of countless livestream viewers, the bats that had just landed on the Nymphs and prepared to drink their blood dropped to the ground with a thud. Their wings stretched straight out, their bodies rigid and utterly still.
The Nymphs who had nearly been bitten lay prostrate too, trembling in terror before the majesty of a god.
Zhang Hua, who was driving, felt an instant urge to kneel. But he realized he was still behind the wheel. If he knelt, he would crash and die. Driven by the instinct to survive, he gritted his teeth, hit the brakes, and pulled over.
The moment he finished, an even greater pressure descended on him. It was as if his failure to kneel at once before divine majesty and humbly offer up his Faith had angered the god, who had singled him out.
That irresistible majesty crushed his will in an instant. The pressure of a god bent his spine, and the pale face reflected in the rearview mirror was drenched in cold sweat.
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