High above the waves, where the sky kissed the edges of the stars, Olympus trembled.
The air smelled like scorched clouds. Thunder coiled lazily across the mountain peaks, no longer proud, but… uncertain.
Inside the Throne Hall of the gods, silence lingered like a cold draft.
Zeus stood at the center, back to the gathered deities. His storm-cloak shimmered faintly, but his posture betrayed tension. Eyes narrowed. Lightning flickering across his fingertips—restless.
Behind him sat Athena, Hades, Apollo, Artemis, Hermes… all present.
All waiting.
And then—
The sea itself spoke.
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A Ripple Felt in Heaven
The torches along the marble pillars of Olympus flickered.
One by one.
And from the great scrying pool in the middle of the hall, a faint pulse echoed—blue and gold threads swirling across the surface like nervous veins.
Athena was the first to break the silence.
> "It's done," she said.
"The Leviathan… is gone."
Hades crossed his arms, his voice lower.
