Zeus and Ian

Night had fallen.

The ruins of Rhodes Island whispered in the wind.

As though they were still recording this war, one that would remain unknown to future generations.

Between the broken walls and rubble, the air was thick with the scent of dust and blood. In the distance, atop a towering spire, an earth-shaking battle was raging.

And Zeus had been watching it all from the shadows.

The air suddenly twisted and burst apart like a shattered mirror. A black figure stepped from the void, black dragonhide boots landing atop the broken wall where Zeus had been hiding in the shadows.

Ian made not a sound.

He approached Zeus.

"Long time no see, Zeus. Looks like you quite enjoy turning into a bird too. Did my Animagus form influence you?" Ian's voice suddenly sounded beside Zeus.

Only then did the King of the Gods react. He turned his head and saw the figure he least wanted to see—a being who had left the gods with terrible psychological scars before they had become gods.

Raven.

In the form of a little boy.

Although beings like him had found the path to godhood thanks to this terrifying fellow's example, which had allowed the gods to discover a way to wield the laws—

Still.

The gods were not grateful to Ian. After all, their Sky City had been destroyed by his hand, leaving them with no choice but to find the tallest mountain peak to live upon afterward.

Those living conditions were far worse than Sky City's. Even now, Zeus still missed the splendor of Sky City, and countless others felt the same way.

"Why?"

Seeing Ian greet him, the giant eagle Zeus had transformed into jerked its head around. Its golden pupils shrank to pinpoints. Rather than answer Ian's question, he looked