The Tribunal moved.
That was it.
No big motion. No warning. No build-up.
Just one shift.
And suddenly everybody on that battlefield understood something ugly.
There was power.
And then there was authority.
Zeus went first anyway.
Of course he did.
He came in with both fists wrapped in black-white lightning, chaos boiling all over his arms. Hades moved with him, low and silent, bident dragging dead light behind it. Kratos came from the left, blades burning. Wukong dropped from above, his staff stretched so wide it looked like he was trying to break the whole sky in half.
Four attacks.
Four monsters.
One target.
The Tribunal raised one hand.
That was enough.
Kratos stopped in midair.
