Zeus reached into the system space, his fingers brushing against the familiar texture of the Hephaestus mask.
With a deliberate motion, he pulled it out and placed it over his face. The moment the mask settled, the Zeus mask he had been wearing seemed to dissolve, retreating back into the system space as if bowing out gracefully.
As the transformation began, Zeus felt his body shift and contort. His once golden hair darkened to a deep, reddish-brown, and his lean frame expanded, muscles bulging and rippling with raw power.
In mere moments, the slender, god-like figure of Zeus was replaced by the muscular, imposing form of Hephaestus.
Hephaestus flexed his newly formed arms, a grin spreading across his face as he felt the surge of strength coursing through him. "It's quite something," he remarked, his voice now a deep, resonant baritone. "These forging techniques just… appeared in my mind out of nowhere."
