The air grew cold after Zeus spoke. The weight of his plan settled over them.
"You want to storm a celestial prison," Elena said, her voice barely a whisper. "With what army?"
"With the one we're about to find," Zeus replied, his gaze still locked on Hera. "You know where the others are hidden. The ones who didn't surrender."
Hera shook her head, a bitter twist to her lips. "I know where a few are. Scraps and remnants. But the prison itself? Its location is a closely guarded secret. I never learned it."
"Then who does?" Zeus asked, his voice low and insistent.
Hera was silent for a long moment, her eyes avoiding his. She looked toward the ground, as if she could see through the rock and soil to what lay beneath.
Zeus followed her gaze, and understanding dawned on his face. "Hades," he breathed.
Hera gave a single, sharp nod.
