"Are you angry? Are you helpless? Do you want to kill all your sons and daughters, your wives and brothers?"
Suddenly, an old voice arose from the depths of this layer's Rosta, strong and full of vigor.
A green figure started to appear slowly outside the massive metal cage.
This was a very old Taoist, incredibly ancient.
"Master!" Upon seeing this old Taoist, Sun God Apollo respectfully saluted him.
The Old Taoist waved his hand and turned his head to look at Zeus in the metal cage.
"Zeus, it's been years, how have you been these years?" An old face covered in wrinkles, like the bark of a millennium-old tree, with only occasional flashes of sharpness in his murky eyes revealing that this old fellow was still alive.