Pressure pushed out from the giant hand as if there was a physical wall.
It wasn't wind, not really, not in any way that the gods could define.
It was something else... Some sort of presence, thick and crushing and all-consuming, that devoured everything else in the chamber to even exist.
Zeus' knees buckled for a fraction of a second before he forced them to lock.
Chaos pressed heavier around his body, keeping him upright.
Across the chamber Athena went to one knee, her spear shaking in her grip, while Poseidon's trident dragged along the stone floor to keep him from following her example.
Hades coughed blood that hissed and bubbled where it touched the ground, while Persephone's green light flickered like a candle in a gale.
Even Kratos was forced to take a step back, the chains binding him clinking and clattering.
Far above the chamber it pushed further into the outside world.
