While the Trojans reveled in their hard-won victory, toasting to the downfall of Ajax and the prowess of their mysterious champion, the Greek kings were locked in grim discussions, mourning the loss of one of their mightiest warriors. Yet, amidst the mortal realm's turbulence, the realm of the gods was a cauldron of seething tempers and barely-contained chaos.
Zeus, the King of the Olympus Gods, sat upon his golden throne with a furrowed brow, his gaze fixed upon the quarrels erupting before him. His usual aura of omnipotence was shadowed by a rare display of contemplation, for he knew the storm brewing in Olympus could have far-reaching consequences. The throne room, vast and opulent with its gleaming marble floors and gilded columns, trembled with the force of divine voices.