"It's that guy!" Elena exclaimed furiously, her eyes burning like embers. "The one who deceived me and caused my father's death! You, damn Zeus, you'll pay!"
Without wasting a second, she hurled a fireball at him, but it dissipated in the air before reaching him, as if it had collided with an invisible barrier.
Aiden, alongside Podbe, stepped forward with a firm stride, his face contorted with rage.
"You'll see, Zeus!" Aiden growled, while Podbe bared his fangs, ready to attack.
But Eduard intervened, placing a hand on Aiden's shoulder.
"Patience, Aiden," he said calmly, though his voice carried a deep sadness. "We're not here just because of that man. I've suffered greatly because of him... But now it's time to end this once and for all."
Inside Podbe's mind, Reia was also furious. Her energy pulsed intensely, fueled by anger and the desire for revenge.
"Wait!" Adia interrupted, raising her staff with determination. "I want a piece of this too!"
"Let's kick his ass!" the younger ones shouted, their voices charged with enthusiasm and impatience.
Drake, ever composed, tried to calm them down.
"Patience…" he began, but was cut off by a sudden movement.
Podbe, unable to restrain himself any longer, lunged at Zeus with a fierce roar. However, before he could reach him, Zeus extended his hand and, with a simple swipe, sent the animal flying back toward Aiden, who barely managed to catch him.
"That damn guy is strong!" Aiden muttered, helping Podbe to his feet.
Meanwhile, Aragon, along with Lingo, was preparing their AURA power in their hands, ready to strike.
"It's your time. There's nowhere to run," Aragon declared, his voice full of confidence.
Zeus, however, remained unperturbed, watching them with a cold smile.
"I was about to say the same thing," he responded. "I see you're all here... And a few uninvited guests."
Suddenly, machines resembling metallic chairs emerged from the ground, surrounding each person present. With a swift motion, the chairs clamped down, completely immobilizing everyone.
"I can break this!" Adrian shouted, struggling with all his might. Rafael joined the effort, but something felt different about the material of the chairs.
"You won't be able to break free," Zeus said with a mocking laugh. "These chairs are made of plastic mixed with organic matter. You won't move, fools."
Aragon also tried to free himself, but something held him firmly trapped. His frustration was evident.
"Patience! Your turn will come, former ally," Zeus said, his tone dripping with disdain. "Did you think I hadn't prepared for you and your AURA powers? I was the one who sought you out, studied you long before this, and your kind too."
"Wait! Hold on!" a voice called out from above. Azulema and her team descended from the sky, accompanied by Ezequiel, Mark, the three girls, and Becky. However, before they could react, they were captured by the same chairs that had already ensnared the others.
"Good, that's everyone," Zeus announced with a devilish smile, clearly relishing the moment.
"It's time for you to meet the true face of your executioner," he continued, tearing off his face as if it were a mask.
"You!" Adia, Azulema, Drake, Eduard, and Adrian shouted in unison, their faces filled with astonishment and horror.
"Do you know him?" Rafael asked, confused.
"Yes, we know him!" Adrian responded, his voice trembling with rage. "That bastard made us lose some of our comrades during our missions!"
"Not just that!" Adia added through gritted teeth. "He was the one who destroyed the boss's arm!"
"He must be incredibly strong," Adora murmured, glancing at Drake with concern. Everyone turned to look at him, noticing the deep bitterness etched on his face.
"What's wrong with him?" they whispered among themselves.
Zeus, savoring the moment, decided to interject.
"Why the long face, Draki?" he said, pronouncing the nickname mockingly.
"Draki!" the others repeated, stunned.
Before their eyes, the man they had believed to be Zeus began to change—not just his face, but his entire body. He transformed into a muscular figure, with hair that shimmered between white and gold, and green eyes that gleamed with arrogance. His pristine white suit shifted into a crimson-red one, completing his new appearance.
"You're Milo," Drake said, staring at the man now standing before him.
"Well, you haven't forgotten me, brother," Milo replied, addressing Drake with a twisted smile.
"Brother!" everyone present exclaimed, their voices a mix of confusion and surprise.
"Why are you doing this?" Adia asked, her voice heavy with frustration.
"Why?" Milo responded, laughing with disdain. "Because I feel like it. Besides, I have my own interests."
His voice echoed throughout the room, leaving no room for objection, his contempt clear.
"So, you've been serving this guy all this time?" Aragon asked, glancing at Milo.
"And why did you call yourself Zeus?" another person insisted.
"Milo... I thought you had died in those explosions at our father's company," Drake said, his voice filled with disbelief and tension.
Milo let out a cold, mirthless laugh, his green eyes gleaming with malice as he replied:
"Our father? That useless man... I killed him."
The statement struck like lightning in the middle of the room. The words reverberated through every corner, laden with cruelty and disdain. Milo continued, his tone relaxed but dripping with venom:
"In a fit of rage, I sneaked into our father's office. I saw him there—decrepit, consumed by age and his futile ideas of creating a league of superheroes to protect Earth. But he couldn't see beyond... Not like me."
A memory surfaced in his mind, vivid and cruel. The scene projected into the air as if it were a movie that everyone could watch.
That night, Milo had slipped silently into his father's office. The older man was seated behind his desk, surrounded by papers and blueprints. His face bore the weight of years, but also a faint hope flickering in his eyes.
"I don't believe you, Father," Milo said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Protect the Earth? With superheroes?"
Before his father could respond, a shadow emerged from the closet. It was Milo who grabbed the elderly man from behind, immobilizing him with superhuman strength. Slowly, Milo leaned in and whispered into his ear: "Hello, Father!" His smile widened as he looked at his father with disdain.
"Your time has come, Father. I will now take your precious place and make everyone who mocked me pay. And not just that... I will become the master of this world."
Maos watched the scene unfold, observing Milo still holding the old man. He looked up at Milo, his fingers touching each other as he spoke with a blood-chilling, mocking laugh:
"You've done it, sir."
Milo nodded, his expression triumphant.
"Starting today, you are my confidant, Maos. Together, we'll make my great dream come true."
He glanced at a painting on the wall depicting Zeus, the Greek god, hurling a devastating lightning bolt upon the Earth. Inspired by the image, he declared:
"Like a lightning bolt descending, devastating and purifying this world... Like the great god of Greek mythology, the mighty Zeus, I will reshape this world in my image. From now on, I shall call myself Zeus."
"Ah! So that's why he called himself Zeus," Leila murmured softly to herself.
Milo continued his monologue, his tone arrogant and calculating.
"Thanks to Lady's technology, I was able to alter my appearance, passing myself off as another man. I moved all of our father's assets in secret, building companies from scratch dedicated to obtaining the perfect Metalux. I worked with Eros and Gol, though they had no idea who they were working for. I bear them no hatred—in fact, they made me powerful, granting me superpowers."
He turned toward Drake, his expression filled with contempt.
"But you, little brother... You have nothing. You're just a pathetic weakling without powers, unable to protect your own family. Am I wrong, Mrs. Adia?"
"Mrs. Adia?" everyone repeated, turning to her in astonishment.
"You married Adia... Of course," Drake said, trying to process the information.
"But things didn't work out between us," Adia interjected quickly, her voice firm but laced with discomfort.
Milo let out a cruel laugh, savoring the moment.
"Of course it didn't work. Your foolish ego, always chasing the power that was never handed to you, was your downfall, little brother. Plus, you never knew how to take care of your own children."
"Children?" the group repeated, incredulous.
Milo smiled, relishing every word.
"Of course. Have you already forgotten your firstborn? You two were so ignorant that you believed your son had died during that mission at one of my facilities. But, lucky for you, I recovered him... as an added bonus."
His gaze shifted toward Eros, who lay defeated on the ground.
"And then there's the sight of Eros and Gol merging into that thing..."
Silence fell over the room. Everyone processed the magnitude of the revelations while Milo watched with satisfaction, reveling in the chaos he had unleashed.
"Your foolish son is in this room, Sir Larot... or should I say Lingo," Milo said, his voice dripping with disdain as he locked eyes with The Dark Knight. "Though your real name is Gabriel, Gabriel West. You had potential—unlike you, little brother. He has powers, including mastery of that AURA technique my former leader admired so much."
Milo turned his head toward Aragon, who observed him with a mix of contained fury and sadness.
"But he needed training. So I took a scared boy with no memory and turned him into my right hand... my loyal soldier of the shadows. Basically, I took advantage of the state my own nephew was in."
A mocking smile spread across his face as he looked at Drake, who appeared as though he'd been struck by lightning.
"So that makes him your nephew, the dark-armored knight," Riota interjected, trying to process the information.
"Yes, it doesn't take a genius to figure that out, fool," Gat replied, his tone laced with sarcasm.
Sir Larot—or rather, Lingo, now revealed as Gabriel—looked around in confusion, alternating his gaze between Drake and Adia.
"Are you my father? And you, are my mother?" he asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty.
Aragon, still bound to the chair, intervened with a tone that mixed sadness and relief.
"I see... You were deceived as well, young man," he said, addressing Gabriel. "But now you've found your parents."
His gaze hardened as he focused on Milo.
"I'm furious about what you've done, merciless as you are. Even to your own nephew."
Milo ignored the comment and continued, enjoying the chaos his words had created.
—Or your other son, the one you sent to steal this device that started this whole journey. And who now has fallen into the paws of that flea-ridden animal?
A tube emerged from the ground containing Agent B-12, floating in a luminous green liquid that kept his body alive. The group watched in shock and horror.
"But how is it possible that you had to have him if we had him in our base?" Drake asked, his voice tinged with terror.
"Your second son turned out more arrogant than I expected, just like you," Milo continued, gesturing at Drake with disdain. "He felt sympathy for a woman outside his circle... an alien, just as you once felt something for someone who was petrified for years."
He paused, savoring every word.
"Look at what became of the poor guy. He always wanted to be noticed, hiding everything behind a perfect façade. Good on the outside, but inside... Sad."
Milo looked at Adia with a cruel smile.
"What a pity that you asked Azulema to erase this boy's memories, Nick. To avoid dealing with the loss, right? But now that he's regained them... Do you feel it, little brother? The rage, the frustration... Just like when I ripped your arm off to try to face me."
Milo moved slowly forward, his presence imposing.
"Feel how I felt... Frustrated. Now I have your entire family in my hands, just as our father made me feel. I was the eldest, yet you were always his favorite. With or without powers, you were always the spoiled one, though more so by our mother. They both loved you more—him in his own way, though he never said it, but he made it clear with his words."
A sinister smile spread across his face.
"And isn't it great how things turned out? Fate is proving me right and punishing you."
Azulema, who had been listening silently, interrupted:
"The little Nicky is the boss's son."
"That makes him Nicky West," Leila added, her voice filled with astonishment.
Gabriel stared at the tube where Nick was suspended. He's my brother. I have a brother, he thought, his face reflecting desperation and confusion. He tried to recall fragments of his past, but the memories remained blurry, a result of the fall he suffered years ago alongside Eros and Gol.
Milo, reveling at the moment, continued his monologue.
"I know everything about you, little brother. About your agency, your secret locations, your connections with General Bronjort. By the way, you have less than two hours left to finish everything and bring that child to him," he said, pointing disdainfully at Aiden.
Then, with a twisted smile, he added:
"Oh, and by the way, that silver-haired brat... I'm talking about Aiden the orphan."
"He's…"