"You.... look angry... uncle....."
"Don't you dare call me that!"
Angered, Zeus summoned his final assault.
Hundreds of bolts combined in the sky.
Their light illuminated the battlefield like a second sun.
Zeus brought the combined lightning down without hesitation.
The impact was cataclysmic.
A deafening roar consumed the world as a torrent of mana obliterated everything in its path.
The ground heaved violently, splitting open, while the resulting shockwave flattened what little remained of the surroundings.
When the light faded, silence reigned.
Neo was gone—not even his ashes were left.
The battlefield was no longer recognizable.
Nothing remained but a smoldering crater devoid of life.
Zeus and Apollo stood in the aftermath.
Apollo coughed, blood staining his lips, and his expression was one of a horror.