Zeus stood over Vesperin, his smirk widening as he watched the bound and broken figure before him. The scent of ozone and burnt flesh filled the air, a grim reminder of the pain he had inflicted. The Thunder Lance in his hand still crackled with energy, eager for more destruction.
"Look at you," Zeus said, his voice low, but laced with cruel amusement. "Reduced to this pitiful state, and you thought you could kill me?"
Vesperin's body twitched involuntarily, his limbs pulled taut by the ropes binding him to the surrounding trees. His breathing was ragged, his face soaked in tears, sweat, and blood. His eyes, once full of arrogance, were now wide with fear, darting around frantically, as if searching for an escape. But there was none.
"P-please," Vesperin whimpered, his voice weak, trembling with pain and terror. "I... I didn't mean it... Please... no more..."
