The roar of the crowd was deafening. The tension in the arena had reached a fever pitch. All eyes turned to the center of the battlefield, where two figures now stood: Julian, Earth's calm and calculating representative, and Zeus, god of thunder and son of Kronos himself.
Zeus raised a gesture of reverence to his father. From atop his golden throne, Kronos nodded in solemn approval.
"Let the battle begin!" shouted Hermes, his voice amplified across the coliseum.
Instantly, Zeus ascended into the sky. Thunder cracked. Lightning surged around him in an overwhelming tide of power. No longer just a deity of myth, Zeus embodied the essence of the storm. Electric arcs danced across his body, and his eyes pulsed with flickering lightning chains, as if the heavens themselves had fused with his soul.
