Atop the peak of Mount Olympus, where the sky brushed against the divine marble columns and the air shimmered with divine energy, a rare event was unfolding—one that sent ripples across realms both divine and mortal.
A meeting of the gods had been called. But this time, it wasn't Zeus, the King of Olympus, who had called.
No, this summons came from Athena—the goddess of wisdom, strategy, and war.
Word of her call traveled faster than Hermes on his swiftest day, echoing through every mountain and vale, whispered by the winds, and etched into the firmament of the divine tapestry.
Gods and goddesses of all ranks, from the mighty Olympians to the obscure river deities, paused whatever quarrel or pleasure they were indulging in.
For when Athena, the wisest of all deities, had called, none dared ignore her.
Even Zeus, seated upon his throne with thunder curling lazily around his fingers, blinked in surprise.
