"The Council of Olympus, has broke up. Olympus... is on a schism.."
That's what Hermes said as the Hesperides reacted with surprised faces and their mouths formed a perfect O, while I could only think one thing:
"The Council has broke up? What the hell do you mean by that?"
"It means we're screwed and Olympus in general is fucked," said Hermes as he approached us with the most worried look I had ever seen on his face.
"What do you mean by a Schism? Do you mean a fight between gods? That's happened a thousand times before," said Erytheia, although her voice trembled a little. She always spoke boldly, even when she was afraid, but this time her gaze sought answers with a different urgency.
Hermes sighed, ran a hand through his messy hair, and shook his head.
