"What are you doing, Zeus?!" Hera's voice rang out, sharply, echoing through the halls of Olympus. Her gold eyes flashed with anger as she stepped forward, her regal form tense and unyielding.
Zeus stood at the edge of the divine balcony, his imposing figure illuminated by the flickering light of the storm he had conjured. His lightning bolt was raised high, its brilliance illuminating his contorted face, which was twisted with fury.
Below, chaos reigned on the battlefield of Troy. Yet all Zeus could see was the lifeless body of his son, Sarpedon, sprawled on the blood-soaked earth. His vision blurred with a mixture of rage and grief.
"Zeus!" Hera shouted again, her voice cutting through the storm. "Have you lost your mind?!"
Zeus flinched but did not turn. His hand trembled as he gripped his lightning bolt tighter, the air crackling with its deadly energy. His anger boiled over, a rare and fearsome sight even for the gods.
