Zeus finally sits back on his throne after what feels like an age of chaos pressing against his skull. The floor beneath Olympus no longer trembles, the cracks spreading across the hall slowly sealing themselves as reality steadies again. Even the air feels different now, no longer warped by the violent pull of collapsing timelines.
Finally, Olympus breathes normally again. Zeus leans back heavily, one arm resting against the throne as he takes a long breath through his nose. Exhaustion settles into his expression, though pride lingers beneath it like something instinctive.
His gaze drifts toward Gaia, who stands unmoving in the center of the hall, ancient and composed while gods and demigods alike are still recovering from panic. Then, unexpectedly, Zeus smiles.
"I know you wanted to let everything go back," he says. "A full reset." The words make several gods stiffen immediately.
