Zeus, of course, had no idea what light was, but someone had already figured it out for him.
At this moment, Apollo, whom the Divine King had been obsessively thinking about, was not in any other place but on Mount Olympus, in front of what had once been the grand entrance to the Temple of the Sun God.
The silver doors had long since collapsed, and, beneath the broken remnants of the ruined temple, a wheel shimmering with a golden aura revealed a corner edge. The Divine Artifact lay overturned here, buried under rubble, and despite looking somewhat pale, a flicker of joy mixed with confusion passed through Apollo's eyes as he gazed at the scene before him.
The Divine Artifact that appeared here was undoubtedly the Chariot of the Sun. This tool, originally used by Helios to control the great day, had also been briefly utilized by Apollo, but as the God of Sun advanced into a realm of more powerful Divine Power, this artifact was, in fact, shelved.