The grand entrance of Zeus's palace was an alabaster expanse, a space so majestic it seemed to defy the constraints of architecture and art.
Golden beams of sunlight glinted off marble pillars and shimmering pools of celestial water, casting the gods and demigods in ethereal hues.
Zeus stood at the center of the spectacle, a regal figure embodying divine authority.
Beside him was Hera, her eyes watching everyone keenly, her presence exuding a poised and timeless elegance.
Zeus towered at the center, his gaze sweeping over those assembled: Hades, Hera, Izanami, Heracles, Thalia, and the enigma that was Chronos.
"Heracles,"
Zeus gestured to his son, who was built like a colossus in human form,
"you will accompany Chronos on his journey."
Heracles raised an eyebrow, a silent question in his eyes. Zeus heard the unspoken inquiry and recalled the words of the Dragon Emperor.
