The gap between the god king and Titans main god could be described as the difference between heaven and earth. However, Bell was unaware of just how vast that divide truly was. He was determined to test it for himself, to understand the differences between himself and Zeus.
Was it confidence, or was Bell simply a naive newcomer unafraid of the dangers before him? Perhaps it was both.
Zeus, ever perceptive, recognized Bell's intentions. With a sarcastic smile, he mocked, "Bell, how whimsical you are! Do you really think you can compete with me?"
"Very well!" Zeus continued. "Since you wish to see the power of a god king, I will show you the true might of one. That way, when you face your demise, you'll fully comprehend the chasm that separates us."
Standing atop a storm of thunder, Zeus exuded an aura of indifference and superiority. His calm demeanor invoked nothing but fear and terror, a reflection of his almost invincible power.
The imminent confrontation between Zeus and Bell had drawn an audience. Hades, Persephone, and Yan Mo watched intently from a distance, seated before a spiritual mirror that displayed the unfolding battle.
"Hmm"
Yan Mo pondered aloud, "It seems inevitable that Bell will meet his end here. Unless Gaia intervenes to rescue him, this outcome appears all but certain. But such interference would lack excitement."
Persephone shook her head. "While I would prefer Bell's demise, I know he won't perish so easily. If he were to die without a fight, that would be truly unexpected."
"Oh"
Yan Mo smirked, reclining on his cloud bed with a cigarette in hand. He exhaled a puff of green smoke, finding the situation amusing. "So, you think Bell has a fighting chance?"
"Watch quietly," Hades advised. "Bell possesses a unique divine power, one bestowed by Gaia, which will protect him from death. He won't meet his end here."
"The concubine understands!" Persephone nodded in agreement. If Hades was right, it simplified things significantly; Bell's survival would make more sense.
Hades remained focused on the battle, contemplating Zeus's choices. "Zeus, will you be bound by fate once more?"
In reality, Zeus had always been ensnared by destiny. He believed he had escaped its clutches by expelling Metis and capturing Prometheus. Yet, ironically, he had only further confined himself.
What if Zeus had chosen to trust Metis and Prometheus? In that scenario, Bell and Athena would be his loyal children, and with Metis's support, he could have become the true king of gods.
Unfortunately, Zeus had torn himself apart from those possibilities, creating a rift between himself and potential allies. Hades and Poseidon also watched the unfolding drama, curious about the outcome of this clash between the embarrassed third-generation god king and the emerging fourth-generation.
Every god was keenly aware of this match's significance. For Bell, there was little to fear; he was already standing on borrowed time. But for Zeus, failing to eliminate Bell would be an embarrassment he could not tolerate.
The thunder rumbled, and Zeus's cold gaze fixed on Bell. "As my eldest son, it is a privilege for me to end your life myself."
"Hehehe"
Bell chuckled lightly. "Father God, die? Sorry, but I have no intention of meeting my end here. I have yet to avenge Mother's grievances; I won't simply perish at your hands. You are not worthy of giving me death."
His eyes gleamed with arrogance. Unlike Hades and Cronus, Bell felt confident in his ability to escape. The current Bell stood far below the strength of Cronus at his height; there was no comparison. With that knowledge, how could Bell possibly be afraid?
All along, Bell had absorbed everything that had transpired from his great-grandmother's accounts. He held Hades in high regard and aspired to reach his level. His father, Zeus? He was merely a distraction.