Zeus groaned as he opened his eyes. His body felt surprisingly light, as if the weight of exhaustion had been stripped from him.
He blinked, adjusting to the golden rays of sunlight filtering through the fractured clouds.
Slowly, he sat up, only to see a familiar figure kneeling beside him.
Demeter.
She held her twin sickles, their curved edges gleaming with faint traces of divine energy. The aura of healing still lingered around her hands, the last remnants of her divinity fading into the air.
"You're awake." Demeter exhaled in relief. She wiped a bit of sweat from her brow, but her expression remained calm and composed.
Zeus flexed his fingers, rolling his shoulders.
He felt rejuvenated. Like he wasn't just pushed to his limits in a battle.
"What happened?" He asked, his voice still raspy from the previous battle.
"You passed out." She replied, "I guess Crius is too much for you to handle without suffering grave injuries."
