Then Zeus moved.
He didn't look at anyone else.
He looked up beyond the battlefield, beyond the host, beyond the Son and Spirit and all the holy machinery of Heaven.
He looked straight through creation itself.
And he shouted.
"ENOUGH HIDING!"
The words rolled like thunder through every layer of the realm.
His power answered.
The chaos behind him erupted upward in a column so tall it split the white sky from end to end.
Every god on the field stopped for one breath.
Every angel felt it.
The whole battlefield shook.
Zeus pointed that blazing hand upward.
"You hear me, old man?" he roared. "You've had your generals. You've had your armies. You've had your laws and your decrees and your pretty little prisons!"
He took one step forward.
Then another.
Every step was an earthquake.
"You wanted me broken. You wanted me buried. You wanted my people forgotten and my daughter used like bait!"
His voice cracked Heaven's plain in ten places at once.
