Zeus hovered high above the shattered courtyards, silver beard whipping in a cyclone of his own making. Thunderheads swirled at his command, blacker than a starless night, and it seemed like every breath he took pulled more electricity into his veins.
He saw the devastation caused by the invasion, his once-immaculate Olympus was now torned by war, and a god-king's fury took hold.
"You dare," he roared, his voice as loud as a thunder, "you dare defile my mountain?"
Lightning spiderwebbed across the entire sky. The lesser gods scattered before him as they felt the weight of his wrath pressing into their bones.
With a sweep of his arm, Zeus called the full fury of the skies down. Thunderbolts thicker than some mountains hammered into Nemesis warriors and warborn alike. Whole ranks of them vanished in flashes of light and concussive blasts that sent debris and bodies tumbling through shattered halls.
