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[center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
[center][b]Lost Haven, ME[/b][/center]
	From the roof of the Chambers Building, Zeus beheld the events of the assault on the Purifier unfold. After Radiance’s sacrifice had rendered the Arlaaekan doomsday device inactive and the heroes had reduced it to rubble, the clay figures representing the fallen heroine and the alien spire on Zeus’ golden scales crumbled into a pile of dust and scattered to the wind. Despite this victory for the heroes, the golden scales still teetered, with the fates of humanity and the Arlaaekans in the balance. 

	While Zeus contemplated the potential outcomes of the Arlaaekan invasion, Maia’s son zoomed to the top of the Chambers Building to bring tidings to his royal father.

	“Zeus, the Father of Gods and Men, I have ill news to report, and my heart grows heavy with each passing moment these words have yet to reach your ears.”

	“Take heart, my son, and speak up. For a messenger should have no fear of the Lord of Olympus, as my vengeance shall only smite the wrongdoer.”

	“Kronides, the hubris of the Arlaaekans knows no bounds. The extraterrestrials have turned one of their weapons against your daughter, motherless Pallas Athena, born from your knowledgeable head. Although it is a fool’s errand to try to destroy an immortal, an Arlaaekan weapon of mass destruction has temporarily stripped your daughter of her physical form. Surely you shall not allow such outrage, against an immortal no less, to go unpunished!” 

	Upon hearing this dreadful news from Hermes, Zeus beat his breast and bellowed with rage. The pounding of his hand and the roar of his voice resounded across the city.

	“Bring me my thunderbolts,” Zeus demanded. His eyes began to glow while sparks of electricity sparked from his eyes.

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	When the monolith collapsed and sent dust and debris in all directions, Chris instinctively activated his armor’s defensive energy bubble. However, he discovered he would not need them, as all the heroes assembled in Sherman Square marveled at all the rubble striking against a force field that was not standing there a moment before. The protection was courtesy of Flux, of course.

	[color=c0c0c0]“Stay sharp, everyone. I doubt breaking the aliens' little toy will send them packing.”[/color]

	Before Chris could say anything else, a peculiar-sounding crackle of thunder roared above the city. Looking up, he noticed the sky above Lost Haven had grown dark. Before the invasion, Mother Nature had graced the Mainer metropolis with a pleasant summer day. One could easily blame the smoke rising from Lost Haven’s destruction for blocking the sun, but storm clouds definitely were filling the sky.

	Chris swore the thunderclap sounded like a man’s bellow, but he just chalked it up to his imagination. Yet, he still could not explain why there was no lightning strike before the thunder.

	Well, that was the case until the light show started. Bolts of lightning repeatedly rained down from the heavens and struck various Arlaaekan spacecraft zooming around Lost Haven’s skyline. While this divine retribution did not eliminate the Arlaaekan forces, it at least helped thin the herd and lighten the burden on the heroes.

	[color=c0c0c0]“I hope that’s you helping us, Radiance,”[/color] Chris muttered. It was quite the coincidence the lightning storm showed up and wrecked some of the Arlaaekans right after the electricity-based heroine, Radiance, had just sacrificed herself to save humanity. But how else could Chris reconcile what had happened besides Radiance’s final gift to her allies, the Guardians?