The first strike came without warning.
Zeus's right hand swept forward, his fingers curled to channel primordial lightning. The bolt that erupted from his palm was not the chaotic discharge of a storm—it was surgical, concentrated, aimed directly at Adam's heart with the precision of a master craftsman who had been perfecting his art for millennia.
Adam's left blade swept up to intercept, its dark energy hissing as it met the divine lightning. The collision sent shockwaves rippling through Mount Olympus, each wave carrying the harmonic resonance of two fundamental forces locked in opposition. But Zeus had anticipated this—the moment his lightning met Adam's blade, he pivoted on his left foot, his body rotating clockwise as his left hand came up in a hooking motion.
