Vulnerability

Hermes returned to his domain with shoulders slumped and face pale with exhaustion. Each step felt heavier than the last as divine fatigue sank deep into his bones.

The winds here that once lively now drifted with a sluggish stillness, as if reflecting the weariness of their master. His once-pristine robes were singed and tattered at the edges, trailing lightly across the cracked marble floor of his entryway.

The domain itself wasn't faring much better. Cracks ran along the golden pillars, vines once vibrant now wilted along the arches, and the very light that filled the place seemed dimmer, more faded.

The damage wasn't physical alone, it was spiritual, a reflection of a god stretched too thin across too many realms.

Hermes let out a long and tired sigh as he made his way toward the entrance of his residence. Just as he was about to vanish into the threshold, three figures descended behind him, landing with the sound of rushing air.