Zeus was dead.

The royal god of the Hall of Gods had rampaged through Dragonmarsh for days before finally meeting his end here. His body was utterly obliterated.

He had reached a fully developed ultimate grandmaster realm, with only a single step separating him from the realm of terrestrial immortals. Yet that single step proved to be an insurmountable chasm.

No matter how powerful he was or how deep his foundations were, he remained powerless before that final barrier. In truth, that single step had blocked his path for decades.

When Zeus learned that Dustin had successfully broken through to the next realm, it broke his spirit. Eventually, he died with bitter resentment.

"It's finally over," Grace said.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she gazed at Zeus' scattered remains. The past few days of dealing with Zeus and Hera had left her mentally and physically drained.

During that time, she couldn't afford a single mistake. She had to rely on her silver tongue to convince the two