Vesperin couldn't believe his eyes. The man he had thought was merely an unknown cultivator named Hades had now transformed before him into someone far more terrifying—Zeus, the very figure he had feared and loathed for so long.
Here, of all places, in the dark, foreboding depths of the Abyss Hole, they had crossed paths again. His mind raced, trying to piece together the horror of his situation, but no coherent thoughts came. All Vesperin could do was tremble in terror, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.
Zeus's face was calm, but behind that calmness lurked something far more dangerous. His eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction, the kind that sent a chill straight to Vesperin's core.
