Zeus snarled and hurled another lightning bolt—

—but Luck dodged it with inhuman speed.

Zeus blinked, momentarily stunned.

When his eyes opened again, Luck was already in front of him.

Steel flashed.

Zeus staggered back, a deep cut slashed across his chest. Blood—divine and glowing—dripped down his robes.

"How… was he able to cut me?" Zeus muttered, disbelief flashing in his eyes.

But Luck didn't wait. He leapt back, then charged again like a tempest reborn.

Zeus raised another bolt, this time forging it into a radiant sword crackling with raw energy.

Their blades met—metal and lightning screaming through the air. Each strike echoed like thunder, the speed of their movements beyond the limits of time itself.

Zeus fought back, but he was being overwhelmed.

Luck's sword danced with fury. He struck, parried, twisted—and then kicked Zeus square in the chest. The god crashed into a marble wall, stones cracking beneath his weight.

Slowly rising, Zeus chuckled darkly.

"I think I might have to go all out on this one."

As Luck prepared to finish the fight, Zeus stood tall and cracked his neck.

"I haven't used this power in thousands of years…"

Suddenly, arcs of lightning formed a glowing ring behind Zeus's back. His body ignited with white light, eyes burning yellow. A golden aura enveloped him, while a swirling mist of violet energy filled the temple like a living storm.

"Your time is up, mortal," Zeus declared.

"You're dead."

With a blur, Zeus broke through the very concept of time.

In that impossible instant—he was upon Luck.

The god's sword pierced through him.

Luck fell.

His body shattered and broken, blood pouring from the wound, limbs trembling. Yet… his spirit burned with defiance. His heart refused to yield.

"Why do you still fight, mortal?" Zeus asked, his voice almost curious.

Luck didn't answer.

Instead, he let out a scream—part sorrow, part fury, part final rebellion.

As his life slipped away, a vision appeared before him—his family, all of them, together. Laughing. Smiling. Alive. Rey stood at the center, older, stronger… brighter.

He was alive. Somewhere out there.

Tears welled in Luck's eyes.

"So… this was the future I foresaw," he said softly, smiling despite the blood on his lips.

He looked up at Zeus.

"One day, a young man will come here… and he'll know what you did. He won't be happy."

And with that, Luck Sendrick—warrior, father, husband—was about to die.

His eyes remained open, his mouth curled in a peaceful smile.

"His body lay shattered, his blood pooling beneath him like a fading shadow.

And yet…

His eyes remained open—staring skyward—locked in a gaze that sought something far beyond this cruel world. A flicker of a smile lingered on his lips, brittle and trembling, as if it barely had the strength to exist.

"Some father I was…" he whispered, voice weak and breaking.

"I couldn't even change my son's fate."

A gust of cold wind blew through the temple, carrying with it the scent of ash and sorrow.

"He's going to become a monster after all… and I'm not there to stop it."

His hand—bruised and trembling—lifted with the last ounce of strength he had. It reached for the severed head of his wife, her lifeless eyes still open, her face frozen in a final expression of terror and love.

He cradled it to his chest, his fingers brushing her blood-matted hair with unbearable tenderness.

"At the end," he said, the words choking in his throat,

"I died a pitiful death… holding the head of the woman I loved more than life itself."

Tears finally broke past his swollen eyelids. Not just tears of grief—but of guilt, of failure, of a love so deep it tore his soul apart.

He looked at her once more, his lips trembling as he leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead, staining it with his blood.

Then slowly… finally… he closed his eyes.

The light in them faded.

And Luck Sendrick died—alone, heartbroken, cradling the shattered remains of his world. No honor. No salvation. Only silence.

Even Zeus stood still, silent.

Impressed.

Moved.

And so ended the journey of Luck and Mira Sendrick—two parents whose love for their son burned so fiercely, it defied gods, crossed realms, and endured even in death.