Overworld.
At that very moment, high above the clouds where thunder never ceased to hum and the sky itself seemed to bow in reverence, Zeus sat upon his throne, the Seat of Dominion that towered over the radiant halls of Olympus.
The storm that perpetually surrounded the peak rumbled softly, as if responding to the unease that emanated from its master.
His eyes, sharp and electric, were fixed upon the figure kneeling before him, Hermes, the swift-footed herald of the gods, his divinity glinting faintly in the light of divine fire that illuminated the chamber.
Zeus's fingers drummed once on the armrest of his throne before his deep, commanding voice echoed throughout the grand hall, carrying with it the weight of divine authority and the crackle of distant lightning.
