The gods have fallen. The forged one is broken. But power never disappears - it only changes hands. From the depths of the sea to the last throne in the sky, the old world writhes in its death throes. Chaos reigns. War consumes what remains of order. And in the silence after every battle, two ancient forces stir - not to fight, but to finish what was started long before Olympus ever rose. Hera, once queen of the heavens, has watched her empire rot from within. Betrayed by gods, dismissed by history, she is done playing the dutiful matron. What remains of her now is wrath sharpened into resolve - and a vision for a world that will never kneel again. Poseidon, god of storms and shifting tides, has remained distant. Wild. Untouchable. But the collapse of Olympus has shaken even the ocean's foundations. He feels the pull of something older than oaths - older than the gods themselves. And it leads him to Hera. Their bond is not love. Not yet. It is fury. Command. A convergence of dominions - land and sea, law and force, order and flood. Together, they are not seeking to restore Olympus. They are here to drown it. As the last battle rises - where loyalty means nothing and memory is a weapon - Hera and Poseidon must become more than what they were. They must become what the gods never dared to be: New. Empires can rise from devotion. But only wrath can make them eternal.