Falling from the sky, crashing into the Mortal Realm.
The wind howls past the ears, breaking through layers of the sea of clouds.
Pressed against the chest by his own weapon, as if bearing the weight of a towering mountain.
Thoughts gather at the wrist for a moment, then shift away.
Since gaining consciousness, Heracles had never felt so weak.
Because chains, hovering between form and formless, were wrapping around him, binding the strength capable of moving mountains and overturning peaks.
This is the seal of the Divine King, which once sealed the Titans in the First Era, sparking Mother Earth's rebellion against the Heavenly Father.
It also sealed the Sun in the Second Era, foreshadowing Cronus's grasp over the power of the stars.
And now, it was imposed upon a human, naturally achieving better effects... If the former ones, though imprisoned, at least still retained their inherent mighty power against the Divine King, then Heracles was different.
