The First Labor - The Pride of Nemean Lions (1)

It had been three days since the hero knelt in front of Hera’s temple, begging for her forgiveness. On the third day, a storm began to rage, targeting Heracles specifically and lashing at him relentlessly.

Whoosh

Cold rain poured down upon him, turning the ground into a muddy quagmire. The earth beneath his feet became a mire of slick, wet mud, the chill seeping through his skin.

Whirr

As the tempest, infused with Hera’s wrath, swirled around him, it sought to wrench him away from the temple. But Heracles held …