If Zeus hadn't spoken up, Hera wouldn't have lifted a finger. She would've just kept watching from the sidelines.

But since he asked for help, she couldn't ignore him. After all, he was their leader. Like it or not, she had to respect his order.

"Let's see how tough this thing really is," Hera said.

She raised one hand and spread her fingers. Behind her, a dozen black, icy spears appeared out of thin air.

Each one was six feet long, thick as a wrist, and radiated a deadly cold. The air turn