Zeus's voice cut through the storm, sharp and commanding, as he shouted, "Who's there?"
The wind howled in response, but from the shadows, figures began to materialize. They stepped out from behind jagged rocks and sparse trees, their movements fluid yet ominous.
Dark robes billowed around them, partially obscuring their faces, but the smirks playing on their lips were unmistakable.
"To think you managed to detect us," one of them sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His eyes narrowed as he studied Zeus, trying to gauge his strength. There was a cold, calculating malice in his gaze.
Zeus met his stare with calm composure, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips. "It wasn't too difficult," he replied, his tone light but carrying an undercurrent of mockery. "When you're all leaking that much killing intent, it's like you're announcing yourselves."
