"NOW DIE!" the core split into countless rods, each striking the battlefield, as if rainfall. There was no escaping, or so he thought, Staxius dodged and jumped, summoning wings to aid the process. *Bang, bang,* mana-infused bullets ricocheted off the core. Golden brows rose to where Staxius hovered, and the rods covered the ground, "-this is the thing," Zeus smirked, "-about the power of lightning," he rose his hand to the clouds, "-COME FORTH!" a golden bolt struck the ground, he lifted his finger, the energy twirled and launched. Static followed by an echo – the arena went in smoke, and everything blew. Debris flew off the mountain, nothing stood save the ground itself – the coliseum was gone.
"It feels amazing to go all out," Zeus hovered, an additional pair of hands materialized – they held a lightning bolt and an hourglass, "-to think you were dubbed the destroyer of worlds, I'm sorry, you were rather weak."
