War God Mountain, the new home of Hestia.
After the unremarkable small talk over the dinner table had ended, Luo En took a jug of newly brewed grape wine, ascended to the balcony, sat before a small table, and overlooked the series of courtyards that stretched below him.
Their faces, familiar ones, were either busy crafting pottery, focused on smelting metal, earnestly mixing magic potions, or adding furniture to their new homes...
They were the survivors from Crete Island, the kindling entrusted to the two daughters by King Minos.
Compared to those who had fled one after another, this last group, whether in the firmness of their minds or in their loyalty to civilization, far surpassed the former.
Therefore, even though they had personally witnessed the fall of their homeland, they didn't waste too much energy on meaningless grief in their new environment. Instead, they strove to play their new roles, quickly immersing themselves in their work.