Olympus – Night of Quiet Storms
Zeus lay on the wide marble bed, one arm draped over his eyes to block out the flickering light of the braziers lining his chamber walls. The soft scent of olive oil and smouldering cedar drifted through the still air. Outside, the wind howled faintly around Olympus's golden towers, rattling the bronze shields hung as offerings on the temple walls.
He could feel sleep pulling at him, trying to drag him down into its gentle dark. But his mind refused to still. The storm inside was always awake, even when his body was worn thin.
A soft chime, deep in his chest.
Then a familiar blue shimmer blinked into existence in his vision, invisible to all but him.
[SYSTEM ALERT]
The flickering text expanded, glowing softly against the shadows of the ceiling.
[MAIN QUEST COMPLETED]
[QUEST: THE MONSTER OF MONSTERS]
[STATUS: SUCCESS]
