The sacred halls of Olympus trembled with unease, a rare tension gripping the gods. The golden palace, usually alight with the sound of revelry and banter, was subdued. Zeus, King of the Gods, sat on his throne, his brow furrowed as he surveyed the assembly before him. His thunderous voice broke the silence, reverberating through the chamber.
"The artifact has been stolen."
A murmur spread through the gathering of deities. Athena stepped forward, her gray eyes sharp and questioning. "What artifact, Father?" she asked, her voice calm despite the weight of his words.
Zeus' gaze darkened, and with a wave of his hand, an image appeared in the air—a glowing orb, swirling with threads of gold and silver energy. "The Aegis Crystal," he said gravely. "A relic of immeasurable power, forged by the Titans themselves. Its magic binds the balance of the mortal and divine realms."
