Dionysus struggled to comprehend the chaos around him, his vision slightly blurred as he guzzled wine and tried to enjoy himself. Despite the mounting troubles on Olympus, he had a knack for finding pleasure in his favorite drink.

As he stood among the other Olympians, his eyes finally began to focus. There was Heron, the son of Zeus and a mortal woman, being greeted by Apollo, Hermes, and Artemis. The rest of the gods lingered awkwardly to the side, their expressions a mix of judgement and disapproval. “Another one…” he muttered under his breath, no longer surprised.

Dionysus glanced sideways and spotted Hera approaching Zeus and Heron, her expression radiating anger. It was clear she was not pleased.

“Oh no,” he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. This was sure to spark another argument—perhaps even worse than previous ones. Shifting uncomfortably, Dionysus looked around, searching for an opportunity to discreetly slip away and return to his revelry.