After Zeus died, nothing in this universe changed. That was good news.
If this mountain could remain after the Remnant was killed, it could be hauled over to Monster Park as part of the scenery.
There probably would not be a problem, because everything that had been "thought" into existence here—whether the ground beneath their feet or the gods living within it—was solid matter, not some dreamlike illusion.
Apollo's corpse had vanished simply because he had "died." As a soulless shell, his fate was to turn into a pile of ashes.
But while that was good news, it also showed that the Remnant's abilities were a little troublesome. At least when it came to creating things from nothing, he was nearly on par with Little Franklin.
Hmm.
Thanks to the information extracted from Zeus's mind, they found Hippolyta without much trouble.
It was an utterly ordinary temple, no different in appearance from any other building. It was not even on the mountaintop, with none of that commanding view over the surrounding peaks, nor any dazzling gold splendor or radiant visual effects.
It was plain and inconspicuous, like the little cottage Thanos planned to live in after retiring to farm.
It seemed mentally warped rulers all liked building an unremarkable little cabin in some remote place to serve as their refuge.
Like the other temples, this palace was shaped like a square split down the middle. A small mountain stream lay beyond the front entrance, while the forest was behind the rear entrance. The interior of the main hall was somewhat more upscale, though, because this time there were two chairs.
One belonged to Zeus. Queen Hippolyta was tied to the other, staring blankly ahead without moving, a piece of white cloth stuffed in her mouth.
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