Hera stood in the center of the celestial chamber, her eyes blazing with anger. "Once again, Hercules has destroyed my temple," she declared, her voice echoing through the hall. The other gods shifted uncomfortably in their seats, aware of the brewing storm.
Athena leaned forward, her gaze steady. "You're surprised, Hera? You killed Hercules' wife and children, and you don't expect him to get angry!" Artemis, goddess of the hunt, nodded in agreement, her bow resting beside her. The hall buzzed with murmurs of agreement and dissent.
Zeus raised a hand to silence the room. "Enough!" he commanded, his voice booming like thunder. "No one shall lay a hand on my son." The room fell into an uneasy silence, gods glancing at one another with unspoken questions.
Hera clenched her fists, her frustration mounting. "So, you would let him run rampant just because he is your son?" she challenged, her voice laced with bitterness. The other gods remained silent, unwilling to take sides in this divine family dispute.
Kratos strode into the hall, his presence demanding attention. Hera bristled at the sight of him standing beside Hercules, both united in their disdain for the gods. "You dare ally with him?" she hissed, her eyes narrowing.
Zeus met Hera's gaze with a resigned expression. "You made this soup, Hera, and now you must eat it," he replied, his tone firm yet tinged with a hint of regret. The gods slowly dispersed, leaving Hera to ponder her next move, her rage unquenched.
