Page 136 of Zeus' Spark
Dread fills me at the ominous presence. I need to find out who that is and what part they’re playing in this.
Are they the one bringing back the monsters and waging a war on Zeus?
I jump to the side and lash out with my whip as one of the heads snaps its teeth at me. The scaly hide of its neck sizzles, giving me an idea.
With a shout, I swing the whip as hard as I can, and it wraps around the Hydra’s huge neck.
The head rears back, taking me off my feet, but I hold on, hoping it doesn’t shake too much and dislodge my whip before it can burn through the neck.
From the corner of my eye, I spot two heads coming toward me from either side. I swing around and land on the neck of the one I’m burning.
The two heads smash into each other, and they blink, dazed, before screaming out in pain.
I pull the whip tighter around the neck, and the head screams. The sound makes my ears ring, but I still don’t let go until finally, with another hard tug, the head tumbles and the neck starts going limp.
I lash out with the whip again and swing to the next head.
The head thrashes wildly in an attempt to buck me off, and I lose my grip for a second, nearly falling. But I grab around the neck and pull myself back up, my grip on the whip tugging tighter.
The head snaps off, and all the others rear back from me. I fall to the hard, rocky floor with an “oof.”
Shit, that fucking hurt.
Groaning, I roll to my knees, my eyes transfixed on the Hydra.
Two necks are hanging useless, still sizzling where I burned them off.
My whip landed too far away for me to get to it, and the screeching Hydra is thrashing out at it.
I move to stand, but my leg aches and my knee buckles. I can’t crawl to the whip without getting their attention.
Fuck.
I touch the lightning bolt around my neck, calling the whip to the ether, and then touch it again, the whip appearing back in my hand.
The Hydra shrieks and lashes out at me. I roll away closer to the scepter, but the Hydra’s body shuffles closer to it too.
Its sole purpose here is to guard the spark.
The shadowy figure runs toward the exit, never giving me a good look at who they are. Shadows cover their face, making it impossible to get a look at their features as they turn their head to me, right before running from the cave.
Shit. I need to find out who is doing this, and that person may be getting away right now.
I whip the closest head again, but it doesn’t wrap around the Hydra. The end stabs it in the eye, and it bellows as electricity crawls through the eye socket.
Then the head explodes.
Blood and gore spray across me, and I grimace.
That is fucking disgusting.
I miss the damn ash that they turn into when they die.
At least it’s not green and fucking slimy. Electricity continues to crackle over the stump on its neck, burning the wound and sealing it.
The Hydra’s screams of pain and anger rattle me.
Only five damn heads left.
