When you've watched legends die, the scent of grass is never the same again.
It has been six months since the game's conclusion.
People recall the cities that turned into battlegrounds, the broken skylines, and the unattainable lights. The Resurrection War, as historians refer to it. It was given a hundred different names by survivors. They all fall short of capturing its essence.
I was present.
Not as a soldier.
Not as a god.
Not even as a hero.
Only as someone who has survived long enough to tell the story.
I'll keep my identity a secret.
However, every story has a beginning.
Ours started on a night when the rain wouldn't stop.
Rain fell mercilessly on Manhattan's barren rooftops.
The world was forever altered at 3:17 a.m. by forty earthquakes that no seismograph recorded, shattered no glass, and shook no buildings.
Forty hearts pulsed once more.
One of them was Heracles'.
He opened his eyes.
His face was hit by chilly rain.
He gasped for breath, his chest rising violently.
No pillars of marble.
No Olympus.
Not a familiar constellation.
He saw nothing but tall steel and glass structures extending into an unfamiliar sky.
Instead of mountain winds, the air smelled strongly of gasoline.
He forced himself to stand slowly.
Pain.
His bare foot made contact with shattered glass.
A drop of crimson slid across the roof.
He gazed upon it.
"...Blood?"
Not because it was painful.
Because he had forgotten what pain felt like.
He also hears...
Nothing.
No voices.
No engines.
Only rain.
He reaches the street.
Cars are parked perfectly.
Traffic lights continue changing.
Crosswalk signals blink.
Store signs glow.
A subway train arrives.
The doors open.
No passengers.
The doors close.
The train leaves.
For the first time...
Heracles is genuinely isolated.
Beneath the tall screens of Times Square in New York City, Odysseus opened his eyes.
Ajax the Great was by himself on the Chicago Willis Tower Skydeck's glass floor.
Under the old branches of the Angel Oak Tree in South Carolina, Atalanta came into being.
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Apotheosis
حركة (أكشن)Thousands of years after the age of Greek mythology, the legends awaken once more. Heracles. Achilles. Odysseus. Perseus. Hector. Forty of history's greatest heroes open their eyes beneath a modern sky, summoned by a mysterious being known only as...
