Back within Hera's private chamber, the atmosphere was no longer one of quiet concern—it had hardened into resolve.
Soft golden light bathed the room, yet beneath that radiance lay tension as sharp as drawn steel.
Hera stood before the gathered goddesses, her posture regal, her expression firm and unyielding.
"Zeus will move soon," she said calmly, though the gravity in her tone was unmistakable. "Ares has already begun gathering monsters. We cannot leave Sharky unprotected."
A faint ripple passed through the chamber.
Athena stepped forward first, silver eyes steady and analytical. "Then we should bring him here," she said. "To Olympus. Within our domain, our strength is at its peak. If conflict erupts, we control the battlefield."
Artemis gave a sharp nod, her fingers tightening around her bow. "If Ares dares approach, I will pierce his heart before he takes three steps."
