Something was brewing in Olympus.
The wind howled as three figures stood at the edge of a massive, gaping hole in the ground. The crater stretched several kilometers wide, its depths concealed beneath layers of intricate barriers.
These three figures were none other than Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon—the highest of the Gods of Olympus.
Poseidon glanced at his companions, his sharp green eyes narrowing. Clad in bluish armor covered in shimmering scales, his short blue hair rustled in the wind.
"Have you heard? The Ruler of Gluttony managed to sneak into our territory," he said, his voice calm but edged with tension.
A scoff came from the man beside him—Hades, King of the Underworld. His long ash-colored hair framed a face twisted in disdain. Clad in pale armor tinged with a faint red hue, he sneered.
"That brat. He must have known about this…" His eyes darkened. "Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared."
