The skies above Olympus darkened with a weight the world had not felt in eons. Thunder rolled, not from anger but from solemnity, as the king of gods summoned all who bore the title divine. Word spread like wildfire, and soon the marble steps of the great hall trembled under the footsteps of immortals answering the call.
For the first time since memory itself had been threatened, the gods of Olympus gathered not for celebration nor for judgment, but for survival.
The Grand Council.
