Leaving Olympia, the group continued their journey westward.
Under the extreme speed of the Star Shuttle, the distance, which spanned a fifth of the continent, did not take too long to traverse.
In the scorching heat of a sunny afternoon, the ancient foundation of the Heavenly Pillar was already within sight.
A sense of age and decay washed over them, causing Ande to feel somewhat oppressed.
Clearly, even after nearly ten thousand years, certain undying rules lingered here.
"Is this Mount Othrys? It's a bit different from what I imagined."
"Rather than saying this is a ruined Mount of the Gods, it's more like an endless high wall."
Gazing into the distance, one could also feel that same intangible pressure.
In the eyes of Heracles, there was no Mount of the Gods in the distance, only a 'high wall' with an unknowable height, length, and extent.
