The sun rose in the east, shining on the boundless sea of clouds, casting ripples of golden light.
Music and the fragrance of a hundred flowers occasionally drifted by, surrounding the sacred land where the gods resided.
Countless chariots passed through the sky, bringing with them deities who did not often reside on Mount of the Gods.
It was like a prelude to a grand banquet… For the first time since the Golden Apple feast, so many deities had gathered together on Olympus.
The Goddess of Hearthfire stood on one corner of Mount of the Gods. She watched the sky, bustling with chariots, her expression tinged with worry.
"Hera, I have always advised against stirring up wars and chaos in the Mortal Realm over an elusive title… but this is ultimately your own affair, and I cannot stop you."
"But now, just to kill a mortal, Aphrodite and Ares have invited all the gods so grandly."
"Is such an action truly necessary?"