A cloud of smoke rose into the sky as the crowd in the distance quickened their pace, fleeing in panic.
At the site itself, the entire bar and parking lot were obliterated, leaving behind a crater stretching hundreds of meters.
Slowly, the dust cleared.
From within the haze, Abornim and Kratos emerged.
Abornim dropped Rose on the ground and turned toward the silhouette standing amidst the fading smoke.
"Hercules…" Kratos muttered, eyes narrowing at the figure.
Standing at 6'5, Hercules towered like a giant among men. His body was sculpted with rippling muscle from head to toe. His attire was anything but ordinary—treasures gathered from across the world, each piece not mere clothing but imbued with divine defense.
But his expression was not one of welcome. His face twisted in anger, his aura sharp with hostility.
"He doesn't seem happy to see you… why?" Abornim asked, stunned.
Kratos shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe… we broke something he loved?"
