The dawn has broken with a crack of furious thunder- the King of Gods is angry. The deliberate demolition of one of his temples has incurred his wrath, and if the mortals below were smart, they'd have fled the moment the temple fell into rubble- yet, man was prey once more to its own hubris. Zeus stands tall as his eyes sparkle with white-hot rage. A long lance of lightning falls, searing a red-hot trench of hellish flame through the fields adjacent to the city below. What now? You find yourself staring- not knowing whether to allow this to continue, or to ask the God of Gods to show mercy....

"What is man without the Gods?! Who, then, gave man his gift- Who, if not I?!?! I will not suffer ants on my table!"