Barry's heart sank as he gazed upon the lifeless forms of the gods and goddesses of Olympus, strewn across the chamber floor. Their once-majestic forms now lay twisted and broken, their divine essence drained and their bodies marred by wounds that seemed to defy explanation.
It was a scene of utter devastation, the air heavy with the stench of death and decay. Barry approached the fallen deities with a mixture of horror and sorrow, his mind reeling with disbelief at the sight before him.
It was clear that whatever had befallen the Celestials of Olympus had been swift and merciless. Their bodies bore no signs of outward trauma, yet it was as if they had been torn apart from within, their divine essence ripped asunder by some unseen force.
