"Who—who are you?" Zeus stared grimly at the Masked Man who had emerged from Gaia's shattered body.
The stark white mask had no features, yet somehow gave the impression of a smile. It looked deeply eerie.
"You're asking who I am?" the Masked Man said with a laugh. "Aren't I one of those you call Them?"
"So you are!" Zeus's expression darkened further. He fixed his eyes on the Masked Man as Divine Power slowly gathered within him.
He wanted nothing more than to seize the Masked Man then and there, use every means at his disposal to torture him, and force out everything he wanted to know.
But in the end, Zeus held back. "What exactly do you want?" he asked coldly.
"Hahaha! You're not going to attack me? Zeus, is this what the new Titan God King is like? Cronus was far more arrogant than you." The Masked Man laughed, bringing up Cronus, the previous God King.
In fact, it was precisely because Zeus had learned from Cronus's mistakes that he had not rashly attacked the Masked Man.
When Cronus first encountered Them, the circumstances had been much the same.
But the memories Zeus had inherited contained no clear image of what They looked like. Cronus seemed to have sealed it away himself.
In any case, Cronus's attack had ended badly. Even the mightiest God King had been helpless against his foe. He had killed the enemy again and again, only for them to revive each time without weakening in the slightest. An enemy like that inspired despair.
So Zeus did not strike recklessly. He wanted to make use of this rare chance to learn more about his opponent and find a weakness.
Of course, he knew a few simple exchanges were unlikely to reveal one. Still, he