"You think it will be so easy?" Zeus's voice rolled like thunder, and the sky answered him.
Clouds twisted into violent spirals, the heavens rumbling as lightning gathered, each bolt thicker than the tallest trees.
Neo tried to move, but his body would not obey.
The first strike landed.
A blinding arc of lightning tore across the peak, striking him with a force that made the ground split apart.
His flesh was being obliterated in an instant, bone after bone crushed and dissolved.
Yet, at the same rate, his body rebuilt itself, as if time itself was weaving him back together.
Zeus narrowed his eyes.
His face shifted into something between curiosity and irritation.
Neo's lips curved into a faint smile, though half of his face had already melted away.
He could move even without a body.
Yet he did.
Every time the lightning reduced him to nothing, his form returned.
He was not only resisting Zeus but showing him he could stand against him.
"Vain pride," Zeus muttered.
