Zeus lunged forward, ready to deliver a final, crushing blow to Vesperin. But just as his fist was about to make contact, he felt an unexpected resistance, like his strike had collided with something solid. The impact jarred his arm slightly, and he frowned in confusion.
Vesperin, who had been bracing for the hit, suddenly felt the vibration of Zeus's attack on his protective artifact. His eyes widened in surprise, then quickly narrowed as a smirk spread across his face.
With a swift motion, his corpse puppet yanked him backward, pulling him out of immediate danger. Vesperin straightened himself, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulder with exaggerated nonchalance.
"Did you really think you could take me down so easily?" Vesperin sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "I'm not some helpless fool, Zeus. I always come prepared."