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Zeus appeared somewhat at a loss when faced with Heracles' refusal. At that moment, Jade Emperor quietly approached him and reminded him in a deep and steady voice, "The greatest tragedy in Heracles' life is that he killed his own children and loved ones. If you can touch his innermost feelings, perhaps you can ignite his fighting spirit."
Zeus was plunged into contemplation by the words of Jade Emperor. He realized that relying solely on commands and authority might not be enough to persuade Heracles to join the battle. He needed to find a more effective way to ignite the hero's passion for battle.
After a moment of contemplation, Zeus turned to Heracles, his tone revealing sincerity and understanding: "Heracles, I know the pain and sorrow you have endured. If you emerge victorious in this battle, I will use my power to resurrect your wife and daughter, and I swear not to disturb your life again in the future. This is my promise as your father."
These words seemed to touch Heracles' heart. A hint of hesitation appeared in his expression, and his eyes revealed complex emotions, as if pondering the truth of this promise and the potential consequences. For Heracles, this promise was not only a motivation for the battle, but also a hope of regaining his lost loved ones.
Zeus's words caused a slight stir in the arena. The other gods were surprised by Zeus's decision, but they also understood his intentions. They knew that for Hera Kleros, this promise might be his only reason to participate in the battle.
Hera Kleros sat on the ground of the Roman arena. Although his body was as strong as a lion, his eyes revealed endless fatigue and pain. He recalled his heroic career, the legends about his strength and courage, which now seemed so distant and blurred. His life seemed like an epic from Greek mythology.
He remembered the twelve labors, the almost impossible tasks, from capturing the Nemean lion, defeating the nine-headed serpent Lernaean Hydra, to obtaining the golden apples. Each victory had made his name even more famous. But behind these victories lay his endless effort, pain, and sacrifice.
However, these heroic deeds and glory could not erase the deep trauma in his heart. The day he lost his sanity under the curse of Hera and shot his beloved wife and children with his arrows, the pain of that moment was heavier than any labor. The pain of losing his loved ones was more intense than the venom of the serpent, corroding his soul.
Sitting in the arena, he was filled with sadness and self-blame. His strength and courage could not undo the irreparable mistakes or erase the painful memories. Even now, as he was summoned to participate in this duel, the pain still haunted him.
When Zeus promised him that victory would resurrect his wife and daughter, a ripple of emotion stirred in Heraclius. Could this really be possible? Could he truly make amends for his past through this battle? Yet, doubt and uncertainty also filled his heart. He knew that even with victory, he could not completely heal the scars on his soul. Nevertheless, he still yearned for that possibility. Even the smallest glimmer of hope was enough to reignite his strength, to fight for that potential redemption.
When Hera Kleros slowly stood up, his huge figure formed an undeniable presence in the arena. His gaze was firm and indifferent as he stared at Zeus, his voice filled with deep emotion: "If you want me to participate in this battle, then give me back my wife and child now!"
Zeus felt helpless at Hera Kleros's request. He shook his head, his voice revealing a hint of powerlessness: "That is within the jurisdiction of my elder brother Hades. I cannot arbitrarily control life and death, but I can let you see them for a moment." With these words, Zeus waved his hands, and a hellish scene appeared before Hera Kleros.
Hera Kleus gazed at the hellish scene before him, waves of sorrow and anger flooding his heart. He saw his beloved wife and child wandering helplessly in hell, their expressions vacant and lost. Surrounding them, restless spirits walked endlessly, each step symbolizing endless suffering and torment.
This scene deeply pierced Hera Kleus's heart, and he could not forget the painful memory. Under the influence of the venom of the nine-headed serpent, he, in a state of madness, killed his own beloved family with his own hands. This pain and regret have become an eternal imprint on his heart.
In deep pain, Hera Kleros' eyes gradually became firm, a tragic determination rising in his heart. If this battle could give him a chance of redemption, he would spare no cost. As he stood up, at that moment, his body became not only a symbol of strength, but also the bearer of his tragic fate, a soul longing for redemption.
As Hera Kleros showed obvious hesitation, Zeus recognized the importance of this critical moment. His gaze lingered on Hera Kleros, calculating how to further persuade this hero. Jade Emperor nodded slightly on the side, as if silently signaling to Zeus that it was time to give a decisive persuasion.
Zeus organized his thoughts a bit, cleared his throat, and then began speaking in a more serious and earnest tone: "Hera, if you are willing to represent us in battle and can achieve victory, then the resurrection of your wife and child is absolutely not an impossible thing."
His voice revealed determination and confidence: "I only need to make a request to Hades, their resurrection is only a matter of time, not difficult. After all, as the king of the gods, I still have a certain influence on these matters."
This speech is undoubtedly a great temptation for Hera Kleus. His heart is filled with longing for his family and regret for his past mistakes. The possibility offered by Zeus is like a ray of light, illuminating the darkness in his heart. His eyes shimmer with complex emotions, one side unwilling to fight, the other longing for the resurrection of his family.
At this moment, Hera Kleus seems to be making a difficult decision in his heart. Every breath he takes seems heavy, and every thought struggles between pain and hope. In the end, his gaze becomes firm, as if he has made a decision. Hera Kleus understands that this may be his only chance for redemption and seeking spiritual salvation.
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