How do I shift back?

Far above the mortal realm, nestled among the clouds and beyond the heavens, Olympus stood untouched by time. Marble pillars reached toward the sky, golden spires glistening beneath the eternal sun. It was a realm of absolute order, ruled by the gods who had shaped the world below.

The moment Aurelia's power surged free, a ripple tore through Olympus. It was not a mere disturbance; it was a cataclysm.

A crack snaked across the polished floor of the throne room, a single fissure breaking the once flawless marble.

Zeus, seated upon his golden throne, gripped the armrests, till his knuckles turned white. His lightning bolt, flared to life in his hand, crackling with unease. For the first time in a while, he felt an emotion.

Fear.

Hera's goblet of ambrosia shattered in her grasp, golden liquid pooling at her feet. She turned to Zeus. "Did you feel that?"