The Pagoda Tower (Final) (vs. Zeus)

The anemoi thuellai, or simply known as spirits of the violent storm-winds were a handful. So did their female counterparts called ‘harpies’. On my journey to the ninety-first to the ninety-ninth floors they were the ones constantly attacking me and it didn’t help that the spirits were actually made of wind so it was hard to land a hit on them.

Attacking them with my mystic arts seemed to work but they were fast on their feet. The harpies were quite easy to deal with on the other hand. Well, they were flesh but their claws were rather sharp and they really liked cutting me with it.

On the one hundredth floor (finally), I met Zeus who was sitting on a throne-like chair with his precious master bolt by his side. Around us were structures I’ve only seen on where the foreign Greek gods inhabited; white marble buildings scattered all over the hill and a few statues scattered here and there. The sky was filled with dark clouds where thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.