"Her brother!" Zeus bellowed, his body blazing with divine lightning, his eyes radiating unbearable light. "Let's end this. I have other matters to attend to."
"As you wish," Hades sneered in anger.
This time he converted his consumed fear into strength, to the point he looked nothing more than a white, billion-year-old wizard—but to him it was worth the reward, it was worth the risk, and as long as fear still existed in its smallest state, Hades would remain.
One skeletal finger rose high from his hand, and behind him rose a monstrous figure—three-headed, each bearing a devilish expression and burdened with the weight of crimson eyes that mirrored the reflection of hot red lava within its obsidian skin. It formed transparently at first behind him, but it was tangible.
