Boom—
In the center of the vast basin, accompanied by another tremor, Zeus rose from the ruins. The muscles in his flesh-blurred body writhed, constantly pushing out fragments of broken metal.
That damned building had completely vanished, and now the Divine King looked up to the sky. He stared at the Great Serpent that had stopped attacking since his fall, filled with unwillingness and anger.
The opponent had not continued the attack because once Zeus returned from the Abyss to the present world, he was not so easy to deal with. A single advantage had been enough; continuing the fight would only give him a chance to turn the tables.
Even Zeus himself could confirm that if the Great Serpent dared to continue attacking him, the order of the present world would react by starting to strengthen itself, limiting this enemy from beyond.
