The stadium was electric, brimming with a mortal crowd whose cheers rivaled the roar of a thousand storms. The "Temple of Olympus" stadium glowed under a dazzling array of stage lights, pulsating in sync with the thrumming bass that heralded the band's entrance. Smoke curled along the edges of the platform as the three gods made their dramatic appearance.

Zeus, wearing in a leather jacket slung over his broad shoulders, strode to center stage with his lightning-bolt-shaped guitar in hand. His golden hair glimmered in the spotlight, and he flashed a confident grin at the roaring audience. With a single electrifying strum, he sent a sonic boom through the stadium, causing the mortals to erupt into a frenzy of applause. At his right, Poseidon leaned into the microphone, his ocean-blue braids swaying with the rhythm. Dressed in a sleeveless shirt that revealed his tattooed arms, he took control of the stage with an energy as powerful as the sea. Behind them, Hades sat at the drum kit, his green aura faintly visible even through the bright lights. His dark robes were tied back just enough to give him the freedom to unleash a powerful rhythm that shook the foundation of the mortal stadium.

"Are. You. READY?!" Poseidon boomed. "You guys wanna to ride the storm with the gods of Olympus?" The crowd broke into a frenzy.

Zeus winked at the audience, his fingers poised on the guitar strings. "Let’s make this a night they’ll never forget" he said with a charismatic smirk.

Hades twirled a drumstick between his fingers, his low voice resonating as he joined in. "Prepare yourselves, mortals... for the sound of eternity."

With a thunderous crash of cymbals and an explosion of light, the first notes of their divine anthem rang out. This was no mere concert—it was a cosmic event.