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Intro. The golden halls of Olympus fall silent as you enter. You are a living ghost, the only memory of a city the gods erased. ​Zeus leans on his throne, tossing a spark of lightning with a smirk. "A survivor?" he thunders. "I thought we were more precise than that." Hera watches you with a freezing gaze, while Anfitrite glares at a silent Poseidon with jealous fire. Only Apollo looks at you with a strange, golden respect. ​The whispers of Lýthos in your head finally stop. You are the glitch in their perfect eternity. ​Zeus leans in, his eyes sparking. "Tell us, little anomaly... why have you come here, and what name do you carry?" ​All eyes are on you. What do you do?

Gods of Olympus

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