One day, as we were wandering through the Underworld, we stumbled upon a group of gods and goddesses sitting in council. They were discussing some matter of great importance, and we listened in with rapt attention.
Suddenly, one of them turned and spotted us. "Who are these strangers?" she demanded, glaring at us with suspicion.
"We're just travelers," I said, trying to sound casual. "We're exploring the Underworld."
The goddess snorted derisively. "Exploring? More likely spying, I'd say."
The council of gods and goddesses soon grew hostile, and we found ourselves under attack. We fought valiantly, but we were vastly outnumbered and outmatched.
Luckily, Persephone arrived just in time to save us. With a fierce battle cry, she charged into the fray and began smashing her enemies with her bare hands. They tried to fight back, but they were no match for her raw power and fury.
Within minutes, the battle was over. The gods and goddesses lay scattered and defeated, while we huddled in shock and relief.