The Mountain of the gods was a place created entirely of faith. Therefore, the trees and plants existed almost entirely outside nature.
Some of them grew fruits of silver and gold, while some others of honey and pepper. To try and comprehend the nature of the home of the gods was foolishness, but one thing for sure was that it was the expression of their dominion over the feeble minds of mortals.
In truth, this realm of theirs was both a Santuary mortals had dreamed of reaching but would never be so graced. After all, they were only seen as tools or even worse, livestock, much like a famer saw his poultry.
But two humans under condition had been graced with such a favor.
It had been a long time since Perseus and Crusher came to the mountain of the gods to train, and unsurprisingly, they had trained under the gods of war, destruction and violence.