Olympus.
Hera rubbed her forehead, her patience thinning by the second as Athena finished her explanation.
"So, that is why you two nearly leveled half of the continent," she muttered under her breath, clearly unimpressed. "What are you, kids?"
Arhena flinched, lowering her head in shame. She wanted to argue, say that everything was Poseidon's fault, but the disappointed look of her aunt silence her.
She may not look like it, but she had admire Hera ever since she was a young goddess.
Having read the history books, she knew that Hera, along with Hecate and Hades were the brains of the Titanomachy.
All strategies and tactics that ensured their victories were thought of by them.
As a goddess of wisdom and war, how could she not admire her?
Hera's sharp golden eyes turned toward Zeus, who was still dramatically slouched while leaning on Metis. "And you… why didn't you stop them before it escalated this far?"
