The sky above Olympus trembled.
Not with thunder, not with the crackle of Zeus's temper, but with something far older. A ripple spread across the very heavens, as if the fabric of the divine realm had flinched. Every god, from the lesser deities who tended orchards to the great Olympians themselves, felt it ripple through their bones.
Something had awakened in the sea.
Athena was the first to stride into the marble-pillared hall of Olympus, her bronze armor gleaming with each purposeful step. The council chamber was circular, crowned by a domed ceiling painted with constellations that now seemed to shudder.
Her grey eyes narrowed. "That was no storm. Something ancient stirs within the ocean."
