At that moment, Typhon's chaotic mind seemed to grasp something. It was a trap, and he was the beast caught in the net.
"Surrender, Typhon, it's all over now,"
Standing high in the heavens, Zeus had no idea where the gods who had fled from Mount Olympus were now, but he believed they were likely all watching the outcome of this battle.
"Swear loyalty to me, the progenitor of demons—I can be lenient with you,"
Roar—!
"Zeus!"
With a mighty roar, without a hint of hesitation, a savage force was unleashed from Typhon the moment he saw Zeus.
What of schemes and tricks, what of traps, what of the Fruit of One Day and fate? Could any of that hold a place in his eyes? If so, he would not have come to the surface of the earth but would have obediently stayed underground, heeding Gaia's teachings, waiting for the so-called 'helpers', waiting for the right 'moment'.
