When Zyro opened his eyes, the garden was in ruins. Smoke and ash filled the air, and the ground was scorched where their lightning had collided. He groaned as he sat up, his body aching from the impact.
“Zyro!” Luna’s voice cut through the haze, and she appeared at his side, clutching the Sphere protectively. “Are you okay?”
Before he could answer, Zeus’s voice thundered from above. “Enough of this folly! Surrender the Sphere now, or I will bring Olympus down upon you!”
Zyro pushed himself to his feet, glaring up at the towering figure of his father. “If you think I’m going to let you destroy the mortal world, you’re wrong. There’s another way, and we’ll find it!” Zeus’s expression darkened, but before he could respond, Artemis stepped forward. “Brother, wait.”
Her voice was calm but commanding, cutting through the chaos. “Perhaps the boy is right. Humanity has strayed, yes, but they have also achieved wonders. Perhaps this Sphere is a chance to rebuild, not destroy.”
Zeus’s gaze flickered with uncertainty, but Ares interrupted, his sword glowing with divine energy. “Enough talk! They’ve defied us—justice demands retribution!”
“You and your ‘justice,’ Ares,” Hades said, stepping from the shadows. He gave a mocking bow to Zeus. “Might I suggest a compromise?”
The gods turned to him warily, and he smiled darkly. “Let the mortals prove their worth. Give the boy and his friends a task—a trial worthy of Olympus. Should they succeed, you reconsider the reset.”
“And if they fail?” Ares growled.
“They won’t,” Luna said firmly, stepping forward with the Sphere. “We won’t fail.”
Zeus studied them for a long moment, his expression inscrutable. Finally, he spoke. “Very well. One trial. But heed my warning: this task will test every ounce of your strength and resolve. Should you falter, the reset will proceed, and you will bear the weight of that failure.” Zyro exchanged a glance with Luna, Kai, and Aria, each of them nodding in silent agreement. Whatever the trial was, they would face it together.