The powerful blast wracking Zeus body with pain, making him feel as if his very essence was being torn apart. He shot upwards, his trajectory betraying the strength of the blast. And as he went, a harrowing scream, a mix of pain and astonishment, echoed in the vast emptiness above.
The relentless force should've obliterated any being, but Zeus was no ordinary being. As the master of lightning, his affinity to the sky's energies had always been his shield. He channeled his prowess, absorbing and deflecting some of the energy. However, the sheer magnitude of the blast was too much, and he still bore the brunt of it. His radiant aura dimmed and electric sparks fizzled around him, a testament to his immense suffering.
