The silver light rises, piercing through the crevice between the starry sky and the mortal realm.
From the Star Shuttle, looking at the boundless ruins of Mount Othrys, even when gazed upon from the sky, Heracles felt an inexplicable sense of emotion.
The passage of time, the mottled years.
No matter how glorious and great the civilization and sanctity, all must bow before the eternal time.
Golden Humanity is like this, Mother Earth and Heavenly Father are like this, and so is the Divine King who once ruled Mount Othrys.
"Then what about Zeus..."
"How long will his reign last?"
"And on that day, will he accept it calmly, or struggle unwillingly?"
No answer, for the future is the hardest to predict.
Withdrawing his gaze, the Great Hero continued to steer the Star Shuttle westward.
Thanks to this alchemy construct from Silver Moon City, without it, the group would probably not have even reached Olympia by now.
