The crowd went absolutely berserk. The sheer, ear-splitting volume of the arena threatened to shatter the cyan holograms buzzing above our heads!
Zeus stepped down from the monster truck. For a guy barely scraping four feet, he carried an aura that could rival a high-ranking demon. He wasn't just mad... he looked like he wanted to chew through the iron and Draekonium bars of the cage. Every muscle in his stubby body was corded with pure, concentrated rage, his massive nose twitching with every heavy breath.
I couldn't help but feel the amusement. He was an angry little man, like a walking pressure cooker. Oob could sense my amusement as he cuddled closer.
'Wow, he looks just like you, Wrath,' I muttered in my mind.
A heavy, deeply offended growl echoed back in my head. 'I am NOT that short.'
I choked back a laugh just as the bell rang.
