The soil was damp, a consequence of continuous rain that had poured across the continent of Anatolia. Likely far beyond to the isles and northern mountains as well. But for the simple mortals residing in their cities, it was signs of flood.

Preparations were already being accumulated. Sacrifices to the gods, old and young to prevent such disaster. No one wanted a repeat of similar events again.

The road running through Ionia had become riddled with muddy footprints as a result, making it difficult for wagons to cross. Cumbersome as well for people to walk through. Only those mythical monsters and those heroes who carried divine blood could ignore such labour.

Two passing travellers leading their donkey felt groaned with each step they took. "I don't know how much of this I can handle Alexios. Was it really worth it?"

"Cursed rain. How far is Ephesus anyway. Feels like an eternity."

"Can't help it with this sea of mud. It's all over my cloths."

The two men noticed a fast moving object from behind them. Just as quickly, it arrived at a supernatural pace.

It was a wooden wagon that appeared halfhazard, definitely hastily built with its wheels almost falling apart. But the horses that pulled it were magnificent looking. An azure blue colour with yellow manes.

The driver, a man of an unfamiliar ethnic group stared at them from under his hood. Traces of spongy blond hair spilled out, a colour that was rather unique in these lands.

"Uh…" the two ordinary men glanced at the man holding reins that were seemingly made of water. The horses looked back at them with dead eyes, no signs of thought.

The driver stared into them blankly. As if peering into their souls and deciding their fates. Truthfully, it was creepy. Both mortal men felt their bodies splay open for the driver.

After a little while, the man gestured to his wagon, as if offering them a ride.

"Oh no no, no thanks. Please mind sir carry on," the two men were quick to deny. It was obvious this driver was supernatural.

Who knew if he were some sort of disguised monster waiting for prey. Even if he weren't, getting involved with those with abilities was not convenient for ordinary men. Best not to test their luck.

The driver shook his head in disappointment. He muttered something aloud, yet it was not a word either recognized. Instead he reached into his wagon and pulled out two umbrellas.

"Keep them, an apology for this rain," the driver said with a distinct accent that made it difficult to completely grasp his words. Then he sped off, leaving two confused and scared mortals.

"Did you see scales on those horses?"

"Must've been hippocampi. A member of Lord Poseidon's domain?"

…

Da Hai lamented the near flood that could've happened. Thankfully, it was reduced to only heavy rain.

Normally, he would not care about the changes of nature. But this disaster was in actuality, pieces of his own body that were ripped off during his battle with the Moirai.

After shattering the firmament below the stars, they fell like the Starry Sea once did in his home universe. There was no Nuwa to plug the hole, no immortal cultivators to clear up the water.

Yet the gods of this universe were not useless. Da Hai could sense several auras pooling towards the wound not long after he impacted soil. They'd not noticed him among all the chaos, but he could still feel them hard at work mending the wound in the heavens.

He was not completely healthy yet. Though he wasn't threatened by anything in the Hellenistic Chaos World, he preferred to be unbothered while he healed.

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The overly hostile Heavenly Dao named Moirai had also disappeared. Seemingly destroyed, as unlikely as Da Hai thought it.

The layer of the universe Da Hai found himself in was definitely the most inhabited layer. He'd already encountered many travelling mortals on the road. He'd glimpsed nature spirits, dryads and saytrs in some forests he'd passed.

The wildlife did not possess much strength when translated to the cultivation world. It was as if everything was hoarded, concentrated at a tiny point while the rest remained ordinary.

"Ephesus huh? Where is that?" Da Hai wandered. He'd only gotten a quick glimpse of the landscape.

Divining accurate information inside a Chaos World with its own active consciousness, that was of the same magnitude as himself, that was also not compliant, was not exactly easy either.

It was not like his inherited memories was familiar with the region in the first place. At the very least, he thinks the landmasses were similarish to the Mediterranean. Albeit on a tremendously larger scale.

"Ephesus…Ephesus…Ephesus. I am a traveller heading towards the riverside city of Ephesus," Da Hai tested the newly learned language.

Here, he didn't feel it appropriate to speak the language from the Three Realms.

Turns out, Ephesus was a major city in the local region called Ionia. Large and urban, complete with its own port. Just standing outside, Da Hai could feel a magical array.

"Slightly different principle then the Three Realms. But still uses the fundamental interlocking energies of this universe." Da Hai took a few moments to examine the formation.

"You there, traveller. Are you just going to stand in the rain?" A guard shouted through the downpour.

Da Hai wasn't bothered by water and heard him fine. He did not dally, mimicked the presence of a mortal man, then entered on foot.

…

'The heavens were torn asunder on a scale never seen before and the one who should be responsible for fixing this mess is missing. How typical.'

Hera squeezed tight the last bits of reality through her domain. Her guidance allowed her to bind them again in unity.

"Hermes, did you discover anything?" The goddess called to one of the many gods aiding in disaster relief.

Guiding the stronger spirits to hold reality in place for her, Hermes was a devilishly handsome youth wearing his famous winged sandals.

"Best guess is still the same. Ouranos probably pissed off Aether, or Aether pissed off Ouranos. Either way, the primordial fought," Hermes said.

"Bah. You know those old coots are asleep," the deep voice of her son interrupted.

Ares, big and burly god of war. Armoured as he always was with a burning aura all around. His horned spartan helmet released flames instead of the filaments mortals used.

The god of war had jammed his sword between two pieces of reality forcefully. Simple yet very effective.

"Our younger brother's words hold truth," Athena's snobbish remark came next. "No living beings reside within the upper realms exists outside of the upper realms themselves. It only makes sense."

"Oh please," Ares spat. "Like you of all gods aren't aware of the slumbering state of our ancestors. How could they be conscious enough to piece themselves into an avatar to fight?"

"That would require investigating. But it is not out of the picture for thin traces of the primordial to slide against one another, resulting in a disaster. You'll know this if you paid attention to the physics of the cosmos," Athena retorted with the same air of superiority.

"Enough bickering," Hera demanded of them. She had to else it'll cascade into violence.

"My queen, should we not move on to clear the rain?" The twins Apollo and Artemis were far more efficient than either Hermes, Athena, or Ares.

"Rain is in none of our domains," Hera reminded them. "It is 'his' duty."

"Right."

Hera tightened her grip on her royal staff. In the end, it was up to her to rule the heavens and lead the gods. 'He' and reliable were two words that were fundamentally opposed.

The less said about 'them' the better. You'd think they'd all understand she does. But she theorised that it was what made her special above the rest of her siblings.

"Let the mortals enjoy the rain. What's a little water gonna do?" She said dismissively. "Return to Olympus."

"Yes my queen."

Hera at the front, flanked by Hermes, Athena, and Ares. Apollo and Artemis trailed slightly behind. An army of high ranking spirits after that.

The firmament was restored, making everyone respect the Olympian Queen even more. Praise for her quick thinking, and decisive action. Admiration for the gods' ability to tackle reality bending events.

"What troubles you Arty?" Apollo whispered beyond the other's notice. His domain over music shielding his audio.

"Nothing you idiot. Now drop it."

"Don't lie to me Arty. The others won't but I saw the way you limped. And I know for a fact you have not been fighting recently," Apollo hissed at his prideful twin.

"Nothing just drop it," Artemis insisted. "It's nothing I can't handle."

"You don't have to put on a brave mask in front of me. I'm your older brother."

"That's not true at…oh fine," Artemis relented. "I'm not even sure myself. Just that all of a sudden, my chest started hurting. It just spread through my body."

She traced a small crack near the centre of her chest. Unnoticeable until she pointed it out.

"But that's impossible," Apollo gasped with shock. A sense of rage rose within him.

"Oi keep up wonder twins," Hermes shouted overhead. "Most accomplished pair my ass," he murmured the last part.

Apollo heard it fine however, as attuned to sound waves as he was. However, he did not act. Hera was present and the arrogant queen would not tolerate any imperfection.

"We'll have to look into it in the future. But if your divine body is damaged. Something within your domain must've changed."

Even as he talked, Apollo's own domain also tremored. Prophecy, something he had far less influence over, suddenly sent out a pulsating signal.

At once, Apollo knew something really big must've happened in the upper air.

…

"Aaaaagggghhhhh!!!"

An old priestess keeled over in pain. Isolated in the temple of Apollo in Delphi, the gasses around the caverns encased her aging body. Her eyes glowed an unnatural colour.

Her attendants, unsure of what to do, could only pray for her health.

The old priestess, the Oracle of Delphi herself, gripped while seeing flashes of three faces.

"My…my ladies!!!" She gasped through the pain that was ripping into her skill. "Why…"

"O…ocean."

"Darkness…"

"Ancient evil awakens…"

"Great sinner who stole the light?"

She fell to her knees, then to her side. Her eyes bled while she spat out mouthfuls of golden blood. Guards and other personnel ran in, only to be repelled by a heavy pressure.

The entire cavern as well as the temple above shook violently. The skeleton of Python began falling apart from the debris as well.

"Call every priest. Call every aristocrat. Call everyone. There is a…there is a…"

She gasped for breath, unable to fully withstand the terrifying energy coursing through her body.

As the Delphic Oracle, she was connected with the course of time. Through her patron Apollo, she exploited prophecies as accordance to the Fates' design. But never had she experienced something like this.

There was no comfort from her patron. There was no steady reading from the domain of prophecy. There was no tender telling from the weaves of the Fates.

Instead, there was a horrifying scream. A raging demand. A daunting presence so heavy, her semi-divine body almost entirely collapsed.

"A new prophecy…it decides…importance of the world!" She barely got out before losing her consciousness.

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