Zeus stood there.
He didn't move.
Didn't speak.
Didn't even breathe properly at first.
The space where the Tribunal had been… was wrong.
Not empty.
Wrong.
Like something that big wasn't supposed to be gone, and the world hadn't figured out how to fill the gap yet.
The sky above Heaven was still cracked. Long black lines running through white like veins that refused to heal. Some of them moved. Slowly. Like they were alive.
Zeus watched one of them twist.
"…yeah," he muttered under his breath. "That's not good."
His voice sounded strange to his own ears.
Lower.
Heavier.
Like it didn't fully belong to just him anymore.
He ignored that.
Behind him, no one said anything for a while.
Not the gods.
Not the angels.
Not even the ones who never shut up.
Wukong landed a few steps away, one foot sliding slightly as he touched down. He looked around, scratched the back of his head, then looked back up at the broken sky.
"…so," he said. "we won, right?"
No one answered him.
