"I… have a suggestion."
Everyone froze. All the gods and goddesses turned sharply toward the voice. It came from Zyraena, who was still kneeling on the floor, wrapped in golden chains. The bind that covered her mouth had dissapeared.
"She dares to speak during judgment?"
A few gods stepped forward, anger on their faces.
"Silence yourself. You have already caused enough trouble," another said sharply.
The chains on Zyraena glowed as if tightening again, reacting to the gods' anger. She winced but kept her head raised, her eyes locked on Zeus.
Zeus lifted his hand.
The whole hall fell quiet.
Even the chains stopped tightening.
Zeus leaned forward slightly from his throne, "Let her speak."
The other gods frowned, confused and irritated.
"Zeus, you cannot be serious–"
"Why listen to her?"
"She is the cause of this entire mess!"
Zeus raised his hand again, and the complaints stopped immediately. He kept his eyes on Zyraena.
