A raining night, covered with the sound of an occasional bolt of lightning that struck in the distance, poured down with heavy raindrops.
The 9 realms were at the state of peace ever since Voda's defeat which was now a few years ago.
To be specific...
2 years and 8 months ago.
The world still remembered and knew of the Godkiller more than ever, with a couple of supernatural things occurring over the years too that could have but were not related to that.
Pacing of steps in the lit town of Olympus shuffled through the rain, remaining unnoticed.
Cloaked figure, from head to toe, went step by step in a coordinated and direct manor to the exact location of their arrival.
No Gods were present on the streets, no civilians and no one.
Passing by the part of the civilization, by Zeus's building and many others, at the furthest end of that part of Olympus was something.
The entrance to the dungeon.