Lift this bronze pillar?
Looking at the Heavenly Pillar, although he didn't know how heavy it was, Heracles could roughly guess.
If this pillar were placed on the ground, even if all the mortals in the world worked together, they wouldn't be able to shake it in the slightest.
Simple weight meant nothing to it; lifting it meant being able to lift a part of the sky.
Even with his usual confidence, the great hero didn't dare to be certain of success.
"...I will lift it."
He spoke calmly. Under the gaze of Prometheus and Dionysus, Heracles leapt down, jumping toward the pillar connecting the sky and sea.
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Whoosh——
Free fall, the wind howled in his ears.
Through layers of clouds, the deep, boundless sea drew closer to the great hero.
Falling endlessly from the sky, the air felt like steel blades.
At a certain moment, the great hero's form halted in midair.
