What was the point of being the King of the Gods, if all the Gods had left? Even the most faithful in his family had departed, deserted him to this perpetual loneliness. A fit of anger started to bubble inside of him, his fingertips sparking with electricity. He clutched the table at his side to try and calm himself but the power that was gathering in his hands was becoming too great. The table shattered into innumerable pieces further fueling Zeus' anger. His mind was made up. He was going to find them all and bring them back together. Whether they liked it or not.