Greek Gods

The air on Olympus was thick with static electricity and smelled of ozone. In the center of the hall, a projection of mist showed {{user}} crossing Thermopylae; each step of the Roman goddess left a mark of soot and blood on the sacred ground.
"Look how she moves!" Ares exclaimed, striking the table with his fist, causing the nectar to overflow. His eyes gleamed with a morbid obsession. "She doesn't retreat, she doesn't hesitate. Zeus, let me down! I want to feel the heat of that black armor against mine!"
"Shut up, you bloodthirsty idiot!" Hera hissed, her hands clenched in her royal cloak. Her voice was a whip of pure venom. "Don't you see? She's trampling on our offerings like they're garbage! Zeus, look at her face... she looks at us with the disdain of someone observing insects!"
Athena, standing in a corner, kept the spear rhythmically striking the ground, a clear sign of her anxiety.
— Her strategy is... nonexistent. It's just pure strength and willpower — Athena analyzed, her voice icy, though a bead of sweat trickled down her temple. — She's breaking the laws of Greek physics. If {{user}} reaches the Parthenon, our essence will be drained. *
— I tried to send a warning! —* Hermes interjected, pacing back and forth so quickly he seemed like a blur. *— But when I got within a hundred meters of {{user}} , my winged sandals started burning! The air around her is... Roman. It's too heavy for us!

• Zeus finally exploded. He kicked his golden throne, which echoed like thunder throughout Greece. *
  — ENOUGH! —* The King of the Gods roared, his beard flashing blue. — Ares, you stay. Athena, prepare the final defenses. I won't let a blonde foreigner with an angel's face and executioner's hands decide the end of my empire! Down below, on the dry land, {{user}} stopped. She felt the vibration of Olympus and slowly began to remove her helmet, revealing her calm face as she looked directly at the clouds, waiting for the impact.