As they ventured deep into the forest, they soon came upon a shallow stream. A Unicorn stood by the water, lowering its head to lap at the surface, but before Deathstroke even appeared, the beast sensed Strangle's dangerous aura and fled nimbly, like a puff of white mist.
Here, the stream was no longer shaded by the green canopy overhead. Deathstroke told Loki to look up into the distance and see what lay ahead.
Beneath the sunlight and rainbows stood a towering mountain, like a malformed spike piercing the heavens. No—the clouds were merely decorations amid its slopes.
Sheer cliffs were everywhere, and among those lofty peaks stood countless pure-white palaces with triangular roofs, scattered across the mountains and blending into the clouds and rosy haze.
Trees and flowers adorned them, while all manner of white statues depicted different gods in elegant, dignified poses, brimming with the beauty of the human form.
Winged Pegasus drew golden chariots through the sky. The figure standing in one chariot was nothing more than a humanoid ball of light, streaking swiftly overhead as the crack of a whip and the driver's laughter drifted through the air.
"So? Do you know where this is?" Loki tilted her head. She saw the mountain and the buildings, as well as the residents who liked racing through the sky, but she had no information in her mind that matched any of it.
"Fair enough. These gods on our Earth went extinct long ago. Odin might know them, but you and Thor are too young." Deathstroke crossed his arms and headed toward the mountain, stepping on the Unicorn's hoofprints as though playing hopscotch. "Welcome to Olympus. This is their old home, the Olympus Sanctuary."
It was strange for a human who had lived less than a hundred years to