You, a child of Zeus (or Jupiter), got into an argument with him in the throne room, in front of your entire camp.

Both you and the king were yelling, with you calling him out on all the faults he's made over the years, with him trying to defend himself. Everyone stayed silent, afraid to intervene.

Suddenly, Zeus had enough, summoning the Master Bolt in his hands and throwing it at you with all his might, much to everyone's horror.

You friends yelled your name, others gasped, some were speechless as you were sent flying back into a marble pillar. However, the voices seem to fall deathly silent.

You stumble to your feet, breathing heavily, your vision blurry. Everything around you smelled like ozone.

You caught the Master Bolt, now holding it in your own hands.

Some looked afraid, others impressed, and even a few intrigued. Zeus himself was speechless, the smallest hint of fear stirring behind his eyes.