The expanded star that Zeus had become pulsed, each throb sending cascades of divine lightning across the crumbling mountain. Energy burned with the fury of a god who had ruled unchallenged for eons.
The final exchange began when Zeus's form compressed even further, becoming a point of light so intense it burned afterimages into the fabric of space itself. When he spoke, his voice carried the weight of cosmic law.
"You have exceeded every mortal who came before you," Zeus acknowledged, his words rippling through dimensions. "But you are still bound by the fundamental truth of existence: gods are eternal, mortals are not."
Adam's response was not words but pure defiance. His consciousness expanded through the chaos that defined him, touching the edges of possibility. He could sense Zeus's next attack forming, the way the god's compressed essence was preparing to unleash everything at once. This would be the strike that ended their battle—one way or another.
