Chapter 85: The Tiny Man in the Box
No one knows, just as Iapetus once unexpectedly glimpsed a corner of the future, another ever so ordinary mortal caught sight of destiny at the end of his life. He made a Prophecy in this corner of the world, forgotten by all, and then he dispersed with the wind, merging into the dust.
Perhaps centuries later, descendants will come here, but they will only wonder why only a skeleton remains in a city washed away by the flood, without remembering who he was or what he had done. Only the stone slabs placed in The Temple might bear traces of his existence, truly enduring through the ages.
Elsewhere, within the city's ruins, two teams that had escaped disaster departed separately. Due to differing Faiths, they went in different directions: one westward, towards Olympus; the other southward, following the trail of the stars. The former was fortunate, for not far from their departure, they encountered Hestia, who had hurried over, guided by the Power of Faith.