The skies above Herion churned like a cauldron of ash and shadow.
From the highest wall of the city, Erebus stood unmoving, a silhouette of void against the storm.
His dark robes flowed unnaturally, untouched by the winds.
Around him, the Olympians gathered, all tense and determined as they stared at the darkness that was approaching.
Athena stepped forward, her voice sharp and measured. "...so, we just have to wait until Gaia arrives and beat her down?"
Erebus shook his head slowly. "Sorry, no. According to Hecate, even with the help of the Patrons, creating a massive gate that can pull Gaia down would take at most three days."
A tense silence fell. Three days may sound short, but in a war where your opponent is a literal mother of life and completely unkillable, three days feel like an eternity.
Even Zeus and Poseidon, with all their pride and arrogance, dared not claim they can hold on for three days.
