Hell
The air shattered.
It wasn't a sound. It was the end of sound. The space between Zeus and Lucifer became a howling vacuum as their power collided. This wasn't a duel of spells or tricks. It was two fundamental forces of the cosmos trying to erase each other.
Lucifer moved first. He didn't walk. The distance between them simply ceased to exist. A fist wreathed in the cold of dead suns slammed into Zeus's guard. The impact didn't ring; it thudded, a deep, meaty sound that would have vaporized a mountain. Zeus slid back, his boots carving molten trenches in the hellstone beneath him. Lightning crackled up his arms, not in attack, but in reaction, a living armor responding to the absolute nullity of Lucifer's touch.
