On that day, every continent heard the continuous roaring of the skies. It was as if there were drums as massive as mountains that were continually getting hit; in a strange yet synchronized rhythm.
Although things started off with a more [Chaotic] rumbling. One which was cause by Pier's antics and the fights dating back to the gods and goddesses who fought him. Things were nevertheless better off at that moment. There were still rumblings and, the citizens of Mythos were still on edge but, they felt that this came from a different source. One which wasn't any cause for fear or panic.
It was a thought that was as true as it could get. Because the ones causing it were Zeke and the elites. Fighting, literally, to their deaths.
As their mentor, teacher, and also their ally, Zeke was nothing but proud at what the elites achieved. He didn't think it would be possible that he would feel this way towards the achievement of other people but he did.