Meeting Janus

Lucas nodded coldly. But he was not exactly as calm on the inside. Or the outside. His palms were already sweating, and he was just not showing it to anybody. He started walking towards the car that halted a few meters away. The driver had already gotten off the car and looked at Zeus with hostility.

"You cannot hope to touch his hair even if you trained for another thousand years. Maybe if you tried for another ten thousand years, you would start having a chance. But you don't have that long, so I suggest that you enjoy your life, and not throw it away by doing something meaningless." Lucas told the driver as he went back and sat in the car. 

The driver looked at the now empty position where Zeus used to stand, and his eyes widened with shock. He could have sworn that there was a man right there, and that man had attacked his master with lightning bolts. He rubbed his eyes, but there were still black charred marks on the ground.