The courtyard was gone.
Flames tore the marble into rivers of molten rock, while lightning split the skies in jagged veins. Olympus trembled under it, every column shaking, every statue shattering, as if the mountain itself couldn't decide whether to burn or be struck down.
At the center, Zeus and Surtr clashed.
The fire giant swung his spear in a brutal arc. The weapon's head carved through the air, and the flames it carried melted the ground to lava as it passed. Zeus lifted his hand, thunder booming as a lightning shield crackled into existence. Spear met storm. The impact exploded outward, blasting the gods back, forcing them to shield themselves.
Hermes dove behind a broken pillar. Apollo flared his aura brighter to block the searing heat. Athena's knuckles whitened on her spear as she anchored herself against the gale. Even Nyx's robe of stars rippled like a pond disturbed.
