Prologue

CERYNEIAN GRAPHICS
With slow, tired steps, the traveller walks on the road, they trip, when they get lost in thought and forget to concentrate. The road is old, full of broken stones, the old civilisation that built it long gone. The traveller sighs, before sitting down. They look up, and see a small house, the walls damaged, but still standing tall.

The road is long, isn't it? Come in, ancient hero, and sit down. I have some stories to tell.

The Olympus has fallen, but its stories have not.

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