The sky trembled.
The moment the Outer Gods crossed the Barrier, the world held its breath.
The stars above flickered unnaturally, shimmering in patterns no constellation ever taught.
Leylines surged like rivers reversing course.
The very breath of the Earth hitched, trembling with ancient memory… and future dread.
But they did not arrive in chaos.
They arrived in silence.
A stillness heavier than war.
And waiting at the Convergence Point, where Olympus floated like a crown above the mortal world, was Zeus.
His cloak of lightning billowed despite the air being windless.
His eyes, storm-grey and timeless... watched the veil split.
One hand crackled with thunder, not wild, not raging... contained. A warning, not a threat.
"...All of you," Zeus said, voice deep, cold, ancient. "Stop there... or you'll face his wrath"
His tone wasn't arrogance.
It wasn't pride.
It was... knowledge.
And from among the divine host, one stepped forward.
