The Abyss, within an unnamed realm.
A sea of flowers rose up, vines and plants woven into shape.
Having received affirmative response from his true form, the Divine King incarnation let go of his last sliver of doubt.
Gazing at the figure before him, he had no intention of wasting this rare opportunity that came once in a millennium.
And so, in a mere thought, a palace composed of flora erupted from the ground, shrouding the forms of Zeus and Moya.
In an instant, it seemed as if Fate itself trembled faintly in the dark, celebrating the rectification of a path once astray.
The laws of the present world and the Abyss began to converge in an unknowable place, awaiting the further actions of the Divine King.
As if blessed by fortuitous wisdom, both the avatar and the true self of Zeus experienced a moment of enlightenment.
He was destined to sire nine Goddesses with the being before him, but destiny took an unexpected turn before he ascended to the throne.
