Mount Othrys, once the seat of the Titans' rule, lay in ruins. The once-proud temple of Cronus was now reduced to rubble, the remnants of an era that had finally come to an end.
Yet beneath its fallen columns and shattered statues, laughter, music, and celebration filled the air.
The Olympians had won.
For three days and three nights, they feasted, drank, and danced, reveling in their hard-earned victory. Divine wine flowed like rivers, filling golden goblets that never emptied.
Hestia's sacred flames burned bright, casting a warm glow over the gods and their allies as they sang songs of conquest and glory.
Even the normally reserved Hades allowed himself a rare smirk as he watched his comrades indulge in their triumph.
Hera and Demeter danced with the nymphs, Poseidon drank himself into a stupor with Epimetheus and Prometheus, while Zeus—ever the center of attention—boasted of his battles, his laughter booming like thunder.
