An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

If Zeus hadn’t spoken up, Hera wouldn’t have lifted a finger. She would’ve just kept watching from the sidelines.

But since he asked for help, she couldn’t ignore him. After all, he was their leader. Like it or not, she had to respect his order.

“Let’s see how tough this thing really is,” Hera said.

She raised one hand and spread her fingers. Behind her, a dozen black, icy spears appeared out of thin air.

Each one was six feet long, thick as a wrist, and radiated a deadly cold. The air turned sharp and biting. Within thirty feet, the grass, stone, and trees all glazed over with frost.

“Go.”

Hera clenched her fist. The spears shot forward like missiles toward the golden steeple.

The air split with a sharp whistle as the icy spears struck their mark. But instead of exploding on impact, they slid in like blades through water, leaving only faint ripples behind.

Zeus snapped, “Hera, that pathetic excuse for an attack isn’t going to cut it. Show me what you’re really capable of.”

He was already fighting with everything he had. But her attack came off sluggish, half-hearted, like she hadn’t even bothered to wake up.

While he threw himself into the battle, she stood off to the side and barely lifted a

I’m going all out now,” Hera replied as her

injure a grandmaster martial artist. But against the golden steeple, it barely left a mark-just faint ripples. That caught

powerful divine artifact, but its defenses were stronger than expected. If they

raised her hand again. Hundreds of black icy spears appeared behind her, which quickly

the temple felt a chilling prickling on their scalps, as if tiny needles of

a few spears seemed insignificant. But now, with

“Fire!” Hera shouted.

steeple like a storm. The moment they struck,

when thousands landed at once, the entire structure shook under the impact. Ripples surged out in layers, growing heavier with each wave, until they crashed like a tide against the glowing

“Good. Keep going.”

He knew

golden steeple wouldn’t break in one strike, but under this kind of pressure, even

volley of spears. The relentless assault made the steeple groan, as each wave built on the last

let me fight

golden light around the steeple began to dim, Zeus sensed an opportunity. Power surged through him as he leaped forward, hurling lightning spheres in rapid succession. Each blast struck