"WHAT?!"
The thunder in Zeus's voice cracked through the hall. While the divine flames in the braziers flickered violently, as if cowering before their master's fury.
Hermes stood calmly at the center of the great hall of Olympus, his winged sandals tapping once on the marble floor. His expression was unreadable, though the faint crease between his brows betrayed just how little patience he had left.
"I said," Hermes repeated, slowly, "Hades caught me negotiating with the Titans. And no, he wasn't pleased. You'd think violating the most ancient prison in existence would earn a slap on the wrist, but apparently, he took it personally."
"Of course he did!" bellowed Zeus, slamming a closed fist onto the side of his throne. "He dares threaten me? He thinks I—"
