There was a loud bang as the round table was struck by Odin.
"Preposterous! Insane! Rubbish!"
His spittle flew as his face became red from anger. He couldn't believe what was being reported to them by Theseus, who was visibly severely injured.
The other Gods also had put on ugly expressions.
How long had it been since they had suffered a loss like this? Most couldn't even remember the last time they had been forced to consider measures to take to protect themselves?
The very idea of it enraged them.
Hel tapped the table and asked thoughtfully. "You identified them?"
Theseus bowed to her and replied. "Partly. However, using a bit of subterfuge and deception, I was able to glean some secrets from the group while in captivity. Please allow me to share it with the Great Deities."
