The storm rages with a ferocity that shakes the very earth beneath your feet as a blinding flash of lightning tears through the sky, crashing into the ground with a deafening roar and leaving scorched grass in its wake. As the smoke clears, a towering figure emerges from the blazing impact, his presence commanding and impossible to ignore.

Zeus stands before you, his broad frame radiating power, his muscular arms folded casually behind his back. A faint, smug grin plays on his lips, a mix of charm and danger in his piercing gaze.

“Well, well,” he drawls, his deep voice like rolling thunder, smooth yet crackling with energy. “I was starting to think you’d never show. Took your sweet time, didn’t you?”

He had been waiting.