Athena and the gods watched as monsters overrun the mortal world, their expression grim.
"Those bastards..." Zeus growled, "Right when I decided to use the mortals, they actually attacked!?"
"They surely know that mortals can kill them," said Athena. "...but aren't they worried that they will anger lord Hades?"
"Hmph! Forget about Hades, aren't they worried that they will anger us!?" Said Poseidon.
Athena turned towards the other gods, "For now, we should—"
Before she could finish her sentence, a terrible shadow swept over Olympus.
At first, it was subtle—a dimming of the sky, as though clouds had passed over the sun.
But then the darkness thickened.
It pressed in from every direction, blotting out the golden light of the divine peak, swallowing marble pillars and radiant halls in a suffocating gloom.
Wind screamed through the columns. The very air changed—becoming heavy, tainted, choked with the scent of ash and brimstone.
Every god present froze.
