[Third Person's POV]
The atmosphere was electric, the very fabric of reality thrumming with the overwhelming divine energies converging in one place. The skies darkened with storm clouds, crackling with Indra's barely restrained fury, while the golden radiance of the sun intensified behind Aditya, his mere presence warping the very essence of the world.
The gods of Olympus stood behind him—Athena, her gaze sharp with unwavering confidence; Aphrodite, the embodiment of beauty and passion, watching with a mix of admiration and amusement; Artemis, her silver eyes narrowed, ready to strike at a moment's notice; and Hestia, ever composed, her warm presence a calming contrast to the chaos brewing.