Olympus - Moments After the Severing...
The silence in the throne room was deafening.
Zeus stood frozen, one hand extended toward where his golden pathway to Earth had existed just moments before. The cosmic highway that had connected Olympus to the mortal realm for millennia was simply... gone. Not destroyed, not blocked—absent, as if it had never existed.
When he tried to summon it back, to force divine will through sheer authority, the universe itself rejected the attempt. Not with resistance, but with complete indifference, as if the very concept of gods reaching Earth was now meaningless.
"Impossible," he whispered, his voice cracking with the weight of disbelief.
Hera was frantically gesturing, trying to access the divine communication networks that linked pantheons across realities. Her face went pale as marble when she found nothing but void. "The connections... all of them. Every pathway, every bridge, every thread of divine influence—severed."
