The leader of the group lay sprawled on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably as he looked up at Zeus from his pitiful position. His heart pounded with fear, and when he finally managed to speak, his voice was barely a whisper, quivering with terror. "Who... who are you? How can you be this strong?"
Zeus tilted his head back and laughed—a deep, mocking sound that reverberated through the air, sending shivers down the leader's spine. His laughter was filled with disdain, the kind that made it clear just how insignificant he considered his opponent.
"You," Zeus began, his voice dripping with condescension, "who boasted about being the smartest person here, don't know anything, do you?"
The leader's eyes widened in fear, his mind racing to understand. He stammered, his voice weak and desperate, "W-What do you mean?"
