Zeus fell from the throne.
His body hit the ground hard, his golden robes covered in dust. When he pushed himself up, the eyes that had once been empty regained their clarity.
But that clarity was immediately filled with immense guilt and pain.
"What... what have I done..." Zeus's voice trembled.
Memories surged back like a tide—the orders he had given while under control, the harm he had personally caused, the innocent sacrifices... Every image stabbed at his soul like a knife.
Golden tears silently rolled down his face.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Zeus knelt on the ground, covering his face with both hands. "I have wronged everyone... My comrades among the Moderates, the soldiers who were controlled, the lives that died because of me..."
Gamma stepped forward, wanting to help him up.
"No!" Zeus took a step back. "Don't touch me! My hands are covered in blood! I don't deserve... I don't deserve forgiveness..."
"Those people I executed only stood by justice, yet I sentenced them to death..."
"Iota was my most trusted subordinate, yet I personally turned him into a tool for spreading control..."
"And those soldiers whose thoughts were forcibly unified—they all had lives of their own, yet I stripped them of their freedom..."
Zeus's voice grew increasingly pained. "I founded the Alliance for peace, yet I turned it into an instrument of tyrannical rule with my own hands. I pursued order, yet I caused the greatest chaos. I..."
"What right do I have to keep living!"
He raised his hand. The Power of Order gathered in his palm, aimed at his own conceptual core.
"Wait!" Gamma rushed forward and grabbed his hand. "Will your death undo everything? Will it bring those victims back to life?"
"At least I won't have to face these sins anymore..." Zeus's