Arad worked with the angels to search the whole castle for leads, while Zeus watched from the side, his face contorted into a frown. He was still angry, mad, fuming at what Euri had done. If he ever found him, he'll make sure he'll loathe the day he was born.
He might look a bit annoyed on the outside, but he was boiling, resting on the verge of exploding into a torrent of lightning. When Zeus saw Arad arrive earlier, he understood what kind of disaster Euri had started.
The eternal storm that plagued this mountain, the natural disaster that never gave out for thousands of years.
Zeus looked at the windows on the ceiling, seeing the blue sky and the burning sun shining upon this land for the first time in eons. The storm was no more, vanquished by the mere arrival of Arad minutes ago. His dreadful magic washed over the whole mountain, crushing the torrents of chaotic mana that sustained the storm.
