As he thought this, Heisenberg simply sat down on the ground.
In the distance, Zeus and Prometheus were locked in fierce battle. The fight between the Avenger and his enemy would not end so easily.
Prometheus had been imprisoned by Zeus for hundreds of thousands of years!
What did that mean?
It meant he had not watched his son grow up. It meant he had made his wife live as a widow for hundreds of thousands of years!
It also meant countless years of pain and hatred!
Prometheus and Zeus were truly going to fight to the death!!!
So, sitting cross-legged on the ground, Heisenberg did not think Zeus could possibly free up a hand to interfere with him.
Thus, he gently took Hera's hand.
As this action made the watching gods and the battling Zeus widen their eyes once again, Heisenberg spoke softly.
"I can't describe how wonderful your gift is, my dear.
But I know that through the flames you gave me, I have felt many things, and my strength will improve greatly as well!
Help me watch our surroundings. Don't let anyone interfere with me.
In your world, you're the only one I trust."
As soon as he finished speaking, Heisenberg completely ignored Hera's response.
He closed his eyes and entered a state of contemplation just like that.
Hera's expression shifted from shock, to sweetness, and finally to complete solemnity and seriousness.
Heisenberg's thoughts drifted completely into the cloak behind him.
The three greatest flames of Greece had been fused together by Hera and placed within a cloak.
If anyone else obtained that cloak, they could at most gain immunity to fire damage and a slight ability to control flames.
But when this power came into Heisenberg's hands...
The moment Heisenberg realized what it was, he immediately