Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Zeus stood tall and unshaken as Zarek's minions charged at him, their swords and arrows crackling with thunder energy. The air was thick with the tension of impending battle, but Zeus's confident smirk never faltered.

The closest attackers lunged forward, their swords glowing with the fierce light of Thunder Slash. "Overwhelm him!" one of them shouted, desperation lacing his voice as they attempted to bring Zeus down with sheer numbers.

Zeus's eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Is this the best you've got?" he taunted, his voice calm and almost mocking. As the first sword slashed toward him, Zeus moved with blinding speed, his movements a blur. With a flick of his wrist, he parried the attack, the impact so forceful that the blade shattered upon contact.

The minion's eyes widened in shock. "Impossible!" he gasped, staring at the broken pieces of his weapon.

But Zeus was already moving on to the next attacker. "You should have brought better toys," he said with a smirk, effortlessly deflecting another sword strike, the blade splintering like glass under the pressure.

Meanwhile, the minions positioned at a distance had their arrows drawn, each one glowing with the deadly energy of Thunder Shot. "Fire!" one of them commanded, his tone filled with urgency. The arrows shot through the air, aimed directly at Zeus.

Zeus barely glanced at them as the arrows closed in. With casual ease, he reached out, catching the arrows mid-flight. "You're going to need something sharper than this," he remarked dryly, his tone almost bored as he snapped the arrows like twigs before they could even come close to hitting him.

The minions who had attacked were left frozen in disbelief, their weapons reduced to rubble in the blink of an eye. "H-how is this possible?" one of them stammered, his voice trembling with fear.

Zeus took a step forward, his smirk widening into a full grin. "You really should have stayed home today," he remarked, his voice oozing with confidence and a hint of mockery.

His eyes gleamed with anticipation as he prepared to unleash his next move, eager to show just how outmatched his enemies truly were.

One of the minions, emboldened by desperation, shouted, "Don't let him intimidate you! Take him down!" His voice quivered slightly, betraying the fear behind his bravado.

Zeus chuckled, the sound low and menacing. "Intimidate? Oh, you haven't seen anything yet," he murmured, his tone dripping with amusement.

Without another word, Zeus activated one of his favorite skills, Thunder Mine. Moving with calculated precision, he touched each of his opponents, subtly planting the mines on them.

The minions, oblivious to the deadly charges now attached to their bodies, continued their assault, driven by a mix of fear and rage.

As they lunged at him once more, Zeus stepped back, folding his arms across his chest. "Let's see how you handle this," he said softly, almost to himself, as he watched the chaos unfold.

A moment later, the Thunder Mines detonated in unison, releasing powerful surges of electricity that tore through the bodies of the affected minions. Their eyes widened in horror as they realized what was happening, but it was too late.

Screams of agony filled the battlefield as the minions were electrocuted, their bodies convulsing violently under the relentless onslaught of thunder energy. One by one, they collapsed to the ground, lifeless, their forms twisted and charred from the electric surge.

Zeus watched with satisfaction, his smirk never fading. "Too easy," he muttered, surveying the carnage with a critical eye. The Thunder Mine skill had once again proven its worth, and Zeus couldn't help but appreciate its lethal efficiency.

He let out a small, contented sigh. "I almost feel sorry for them," he said, though his tone made it clear that he didn't, not in the slightest. "Almost."

Zarek, witnessing the swift decimation of his forces, felt his rage boil over. His eyes blazed with fury as he watched his men fall one by one, their screams still echoing in his ears. "All of you, attack at once!" he bellowed, his voice thick with anger and desperation.

The remaining minions, now filled with a mix of fear and determination, quickly regrouped. They knew their only chance was to overwhelm Zeus with sheer numbers, and they steeled themselves for the assault. "We'll take him down together!" one of them shouted, though his voice wavered with uncertainty.

Zeus, however, saw their regrouping as a perfect opportunity. His smirk widened into a predatory grin as he began to channel his energy.

"You're making this too easy," he muttered, his voice dripping with amusement. He focused his power into a massive Thunder Lance, feeling the energy crackle and surge as it formed in his hand.

Zarek's eyes widened as he realized what Zeus was about to do. "Stop him!" he screamed, but it was too late.

With a powerful throw, Zeus hurled the Thunder Lance toward the clustered minions. "Let's see how you handle this," he said, his tone almost casual as the lance streaked through the air, a blur of deadly energy.

The lance struck its target with pinpoint accuracy, piercing through the center of the group. The impact alone was devastating, but the real destruction came a heartbeat later. The lance triggered the Thunder Mines that Zeus had planted earlier, setting off a chain reaction of explosions.

A massive surge of thunder energy erupted from the lance, engulfing the entire group in a blinding flash of light. The ground shook with the force of the blast, and the air was filled with the sound of crackling energy and the cries of the fallen.

When the dust finally settled, the battlefield was eerily silent. Only a few of Zarek's minions remained standing, their faces twisted in fear and disbelief. They stared at the devastation around them, their confidence shattered.

Zarek clenched his fists, his heart pounding with a mixture of rage and terror. "How… how is this possible?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Zeus met his gaze, his expression one of cold amusement. "I told you," he said, his voice steady and calm. "You should have stayed home."

For a moment, Zarek's fury burned even hotter, but as he looked at the smoldering remains of his once formidable forces, desperation began to creep in. The rapid decimation of his men was more than he could comprehend.

"Damn you!" he roared, his voice raw with hatred and fear. His eyes blazed with a vengeful fire as he gathered his remaining strength, readying himself for one final, desperate attack.

But just as he was about to move, something went horribly wrong. Zarek's body, along with the few remaining minions, suddenly convulsed, their muscles seizing as if struck by an invisible force.

Their faces contorted in pain and shock, and before any of them could react, they collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Zeus, who had been bracing himself for another assault, froze in mid-motion, his eyes narrowing in confusion. "What the…?" he muttered, scanning the scene. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was Zarek so overcome with anger that his body simply gave out?

"Is he collapsing from rage?" Zeus mused aloud, still unsure of what had just occurred. He took a cautious step forward, trying to make sense of the unexpected turn of events, but the eerie stillness that followed only deepened the mystery.