Zeus let out a deep sigh, the weight of a thousand years hanging in the air between them.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Uranus? You know that as soon as you strike, the countdown to your demise will start."
In that moment, Uranus's towering form—once nearly a thousand meters tall—morphed down to that of an average human size.
His skin was a rich, impenetrable black, and light grey flames served as long hair cascading down his back.
His eyes were black voids, save for two narrow slits of bright orange that lent him an even more malevolent aura.
He was dressed in a tattered robe that seemed spun from shadows themselves.
"Oh? Have you forgotten that I once stood as a peer to the Eight? Do you really think you youngin's can take me down?"
Uranus taunted, the slits in his eyes narrowing with each word.
