While all these were going on, Zeus needed some time alone.
The noise followed him for a while.
Not the physical kind. The sounds of the battlefield had faded behind him—the groans of the wounded, the shouted orders, the endless shuffle of healers moving from body to body. That noise he could handle. That noise meant something was still alive.
It was the other noise he couldn't shake.
The noise inside his own head.
Not voices. Not memories. Something else. A hum. Low and constant, like a wire vibrating somewhere deep in his chest. It had been there since the Tribunal fell. Since He collapsed into Himself and left behind nothing but questions.
Zeus walked.
Not toward anything. Just away.
