[SMITE HIVE | All things SMITE! Olympus echoed with the sounds of preparation. Gods from many pantheons made ready for the battle to come. The last battle of the last war. Or so some among them hoped, Olorun included. As he followed Hera down the winding staircase that led into the mountain's depths, he found himself wondering what might come after. If the Great Dreamer were defeated – what then? He pushed the thought aside. Such questions were for after. He turned his mind to the matter at hand. War called for warriors, but the most preeminent warrior of the gods had not been seen in some time. Not since Hades had made his ill-fated stab at supremacy. "He has been here all this time?" Olorun asked. "Why?" Around them, paths and caverns branched off from the stairs. Mount Olympus was honeycombed with secrets ways and hidden places. Some were inhabited, most were not. Hera did not look at him. "I do not know. I have tried to speak to him many times, but he ignores me. I thought his father's return might cause him to stir, but…still he sits in the dark." She shook her head. "If I did not know better I'd say he was feeling sorry for himself." "Perhaps he is ashamed of the way he was manipulated." "Perhaps. Then, introspection was never his strong suit." Hera turned. "Are you certain you wish to do this? Once unleashed, he will not be easy to control." "I do not wish to control him." Olorun smiled. "I merely wish to speak to him." Hera shook her head again. "Much good it will do you." She gestured with her sceptre to a ragged hole cut into the rock wall. "There. That cavern is where he lairs these days. Or it was the last time I came down here." She paused. "Be wary." Olorun stepped past her without answering. The cavern was small, as such places went, and barren of decoration, save a few flickering torches. The rough floor was strewn with straw, and a fire-pit had bee]