After a full night of relentless attacks, Zeus and Hera were drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. But the moment they saw a crack forming at the top of the golden steeple, their spirits surged.

Zeus let out a sharp laugh. "It's finally cracking! I was starting to think this thing really was indestructible."

Since becoming a royal god of the Hall of Gods, he had never pushed himself this hard. He had spent the entire night blasting the steeple without pause. It had drained him, but at least, the effort was paying off.

"This thing's tough. It held up longer than I expected," Hera said as she stopped to catch her breath.

Though she hadn't used as much energy as Zeus, she was equally worn out. Still, she could tell the end was finally in sight.

"Now's our chance. Let's hit it together, both of us," he said.

Despite their exhaustion, he knew they couldn't afford to hold back. Only by breaking the steeple could they finally relax.

"Okay. Let's do this."

Hera took a deep breath