Heaven
The map table was gone. Athena had stopped trying to rebuild it. The silver lines still flickered behind her eyes, but the fractures had spread beyond her ability to track. She spent her days at the edge of the camp now, watching the cracks in the sky, waiting for something she couldn't name.
Hermes brought reports. More collapses. More souls lost. More strange lights in the mortal world that no one could explain.
Zeus listened to all of it.
Then he walked to the edge of Heaven and sat down.
Not the edge where the council met. The real edge. The place where the white plain crumbled into void and the mortal world spun below, visible through the cracks like a reflection in broken glass.
He sat there for a long time.
The chaos around his wrist pulsed slow and steady. Not restless. Not hungry. Just present.
He looked down.
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Earth was bleeding light.
