Zeus stood on the mountain and watched the Titans approach. This would be their last battle.
He’d trained his entire immortal life for this and gathered allies and armies to his cause. But he was still a young god, with thunder in his veins and lightning in his fists. He could free cyclopses and fight titans, but would he be a just ruler? Or would the poor mortals trade one tyrant for another? I was uncertain.
He looked to his siblings. They all nodded, and Metis put her hand in his. They were with him. He let his lightning fly.

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