"Your Majesty, true to my trust, under the guidance of fate, I have found the mortal who can help you escape your predicament."
Zeus was still entangled in his dilemma, when suddenly, the voice of Zephyrus came from outside.
Whatever choice it would take, breaking free from the current predicament and regaining freedom was always the first choice. So the Divine King put this matter aside for the moment, turning his gaze toward the entrance of the cave.
Not long after, accompanied by a gust of wind, the figure of the God of West Wind materialized in front of the Divine King. He entered alone, having left Cadmos outside the cave.
"Your Majesty, I have brought the person."
With a slight bow, Zephyrus glanced at the bones in Zeus's chest.
It seemed that with the approach of the deity, the black fog swirling above became more animated. He was certain, if he dared to reach out and grab it, his end would certainly not be pleasant.
