Zeus watched the monkey's triumphant pose, a flicker of satisfaction in his own eyes. "We start by finding an army. My brother is searching for the prison, but we need the soldiers to storm it. The other gods are scattered, hidden, or captured."
Wukong lowered his staff, the manic energy settling into a sharp focus. "Other gods? You mean the grumpy ones from the north? The shiny ones from the riverlands?"
"Any who will fight," Hera cut in, her voice crisp. "But we don't know where to find them. They've been buried deeper than you were."
A wide, knowing grin split Wukong's face. "Oh, I might know one. A real angry one. The kind that holds a grudge. He helped in the big Hell fight, didn't he? Before everything went quiet."
Zeus's gaze sharpened. "Who?"
