"But where is Zeus?"
A few months ago, Mars and the Martial King had discovered that Zeus had been fighting cultivators in secret.
When they confronted him about it, Zeus hadn't denied anything.
Instead, he had said something strange to Mars.
"You should be able to see it too. Something is wrong with these cultivators. I'm fighting them to confirm it."
Mars hadn't argued back then, but he hadn't fully his words understood either.
He could sense abnormalities, small inconsistencies in how the cultivators acted, but nothing concrete enough to draw conclusions.
Now, standing alone in the open, that unease returned.
Did Zeus run into trouble?
Mars snorted quietly. "If he died while attacking some random cultivator, I'm never letting him hear the end of it."
The thought barely finished forming when Mars tilted his head slightly.
The air beside him cracked.
It wasn't a loud sound. It was sharp and precise, like reality itself being sliced by a thin blade.
"What—"
