Oliver's gaze was downcast. He was as zoned out as always, simply fidgeting with a random ornament on his attire.

The room was silent around him. He could vaguely see the barrier around his confined area in the edges of his vision, but otherwise wasn't paying attention to it. He didn't want to. After all, who wants to be constantly reminded that they've been imprisoned by their own people.

Theoretically, since he's a god, most would assume he could just easily break out. Though that is not the case. He was imprisoned as soon as he ascended, giving him zero time to actually get practice with his powers. And the barrier constricts what he knows.

It's overall just a rough time.