Troy in Chaos (1)

The Trojan capital was in chaos. A sense of dread filled the air as word spread—an army, the likes of which had never been seen, was marching toward them. Thousands of soldiers from the middle and western Achaean regions, united under the banner of the Olympian Gods, were closing in. It was an alliance forged in fury, uniting states that had been bitter enemies only months before—Sparta and Athens, Corinth and Argos—all now driven by a singular purpose: the destruction of Troy.

Inside the royal palace, the throne room buzzed with the anxious murmurs of gathered nobles. Tension was palpable as they debated the looming threat, their voices echoing off the marble walls. Their usually composed faces were creased with worry, and their once confident stances seemed more hesitant with each passing hour.