Hera was scared out of her wits.

The moment Dustin effortlessly deflected her attacks, the urge to retreat had already taken root. Her instincts screamed danger when she looked at him. He was someone she couldn't afford to provoke.

Still, she'd clung to the hope that with Zeus by her side, their combined strength might still secure victory.

But after witnessing him suffer a grievous wound and lose his arm in a single strike, panic consumed her entirely.

Hera's strength paled in comparison to Zeus'. If he couldn't survive a single strike, she would fare even worse.

When she saw Dustin raise his hand again, she no longer hesitated. She pushed off the ground and shot into the sky. Her form blurred into a streak of motion as she fled into the distance.

Survival was her only priority now. Zeus' fate wasn't her concern.

Dustin had ascended to the realm of terrestrial immortals. Unless the Supreme Leader himself took action, no one in the Hall of Gods could stand against Dustin.

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