His expression was extremely grim. As the Sun God, he had always held a superior position, and since he took on the power of the sun, he had never knelt before Zeus.
'Phæthon, Zeus, what have you done to Phæthon!"
Helios recalled the scene he had seen before losing consciousness, where Phæthon was struck down by Zeus's divine lightning.
Leaving other matters aside, Helios was indeed one of the rare kind fathers among the Greek gods. His love for Phæthon was genuine, and the death of his son naturally caused him immense pain.
'Phæthon?"
Zeus snorted coldly, and arcs of electricity flickered in his large, elegant hands. A semi-transparent golden soul appeared in the palm of his hand.
It was a young boy; his eyes were tightly shut, and his beautiful brows were furrowed. Every corner of
