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When the banquet reached its peak, the lively sounds echoed in every corner of the palace. Zeus, the majestic god, rose slowly from his gem-encrusted throne. His posture was dignified and sacred, with deep eyes reflecting the shimmer of the palace's golden and silver lights. His silver beard waved slightly in the air, as if foreshadowing an impending storm. He looked out at the other gods, whose presence enriched the banquet and the entire universe's story.
Zeus was filled with pride and joy, his arm slowly raised, palm open towards the vast sky. His voice thundered with a command: "Hear my summons, the power of thunder!"
As soon as the words fell, the sky began to stir. At first, only a few small strands of clouds gathered, but under the gaze of the gods, these strands quickly twisted into heavy cloud layers. They spun and expanded under the magic of Zeus, soon covering the entire sky above the palace. These cloud layers boiled under Zeus's power, seemingly eager to show their strength. Their color changed from pure white to deep gray, and then to ink black, as if a huge alchemical furnace was melting these elements in the sky.
Then, Zeus frowned, his expression becoming serious and focused. His body began to emit a dazzling light, the light of divine power, the light of controlling natural phenomena. His outstretched palm began to flicker with tiny electric arcs, which gradually grew larger and brighter, until the entire palm was engulfed in electric light.
Suddenly, Zeus's body violently shook, and an invisible energy burst forth from within him, piercing through the palace and reaching the sky. Under the force of this power, the thunderclouds in the sky let out a louder roar than before. Lightning danced within the clouds like a platinum-colored snake, searching for an outlet to release its energy.
This created a deafening roar, accompanied by a soul-shaking momentum. In the radiance, the lightning, like a silver dragon, released its power with a resounding force. A radiant symbol appeared on the palace floor, resembling a thunder-drawn magic circle, both a symbol of power and a mark of Zeus's authority.
At this moment, the entire palace is bathed in the white light of thunder and lightning, and the interplay of light and shadow creates a series of stunning images on the faces of each deity. The gods are awed by this powerful force, their eyes filled with reverence, and even the bravest warriors feel their own insignificance in the face of this power.
After the thunder, the palace returns to calm, but the awe-inspiring power and majesty still resonate in everyone's hearts. Zeus lowers his arm with the demeanor of a king, a satisfied smile on his face, as if all this display of power is just a part of his daily routine. His gaze once again sweeps over the assembled gods, a wordless reassurance to them and an affirmation of the perfect state of this banquet.
After the earth-shattering thunderous performance by Zeus, all the gods at the banquet were amazed. Their eyes were filled with awe for the power and recognition of Zeus's energy control. Thor, who had his own kingdom of thunder, was not unfamiliar with such a display of power. However, when Zeus's lightning illuminated the entire palace, Thor's thunderous hammer also produced a subtle resonance, as if responding to a distant brother's call.
Thor felt the vibration of his thunderous hammer, a kind of response of power, a silent exchange between warriors. The runes on the hammer glowed, emitting a breath of eager anticipation, as if it had a consciousness, eager to prove its power.
In response to this power, Thor revealed a hint of a playful smile. He understood that although both he and Zeus were gods wielding thunder, in this situation, Zeus's display was undoubtedly more impressive and grand. Thor lightly tapped the slightly trembling hammer in his hand, as if a warrior understanding his own strength was soothing his weapon. "Brother, we still have some way to go," he whispered to the hammer, not only confessing to the hammer, but also reminding himself.
This was not admitting defeat, nor was it fear, but rather Thor's clear understanding of the current situation and a humble assessment of his own power. He knew that every god had their unique moments and stages, and now, it was Zeus who was making the entire universe remember his power. Deep in Thor's heart, there was a profound respect for Zeus's energy and control, even if he himself might not yet reach the level of power that Zeus was displaying.
As the lingering echoes of thunder gradually subsided, the figure of Zeus appeared even more imposing and majestic amidst the interplay of candlelight and electric light. He stood there like a leader from ancient Greek mythology, embodying both a warrior and a king. The voices in the palace gradually quieted down, and all eyes focused on this king of the gods, waiting for his words.
Zeus cleared his throat, his voice like the ancient wind, strong and powerful, full of penetrating force. "Welcome, gods and goddesses from all realms, to this place!" His words reverberated through the palace like thunder, warming every deity present with a sense of welcome.
"Tonight, we gather at the peak of Olympus to celebrate our reign over the world," Zeus's eyes gleamed with pride as his hand gestured to every deity present, silently thanking each for their contributions. "Together, we have worked to maintain order and harmony in this world, using our wisdom and power."
His gaze lingered on the faces of each deity, a reverent acknowledgment of their efforts. "I want to thank each of you for your tireless efforts. It is your assistance and help that have made this world so perfect." His words were filled with sincerity and gratitude, not just for the deities present, but for all the divine beings who work tirelessly to maintain order in the world every day.
"Let us raise our glasses, to this magnificent universe, to all the beauty we possess." Zeus raised the golden cup in his hand, the wine inside shimmering like liquid starlight, exuding an enticing glow.
In this moment, whether they were warriors from the northern ice and snow, guardians from the ancient desert, or sages from the eastern clouds, all the gods raised their cups in response to Zeus's blessing. In their cups, there was not only wine, but also endless love and hope for this world. Under Zeus's leadership, this grand banquet became a celebration of divine rule and a beautiful wish for the future.
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