The Gods Are Restless

The sky had not been clear for months. Thunderclouds choked the heavens, casting the world in a ceaseless rains, and the air itself trembled with divine fury. Storms raged across the seas, swallowing entire fleets, while crops withered under a sun that burned too fiercely one day and vanished the next. The land, once blessed by Olympus, now seemed cursed beyond salvation.

No one knew why.

The temples overflowed with offerings- gold, wine, the finest livestock- all laid at the feet of statues that never answered. Priests and priestesses screamed prayers to the heavens until their voices cracked, their knees bloodied from endless supplication. Still, the disasters raged on. Fields lay barren, rivers ran dry, and the gods remained silent, save for the wrath they hurled upon the world.

The people whispered of omens, of something stirring beyond mortal sight. Some claimed it was a war between the Gods. Others said Zeus himself was afraid of something unseen or something coming, something that even Olympus could not control.

But if that were true, then what hope did the world have?