Back in the main battle, Adam found himself facing Hera's volcanic fury. The queen of the gods had watched her husband's brothers dragged away by the Hecatoncheires, seen three of her fellow Olympians cut down like wheat, and her rage had reached a fever pitch.
"ENOUGH!" she shrieked, her form expanding into her true divine aspect—a being of pure authority and matrimonial power. Golden peacock feathers erupted from her form like razor-sharp projectiles while her eyes blazed with the fury of every scorned wife in history. "I am the Queen of Heaven! I will not be humiliated by some upstart godling!"
