He can see, and feel, the shakes and shifts, and attempts to relax. He's been doing this a long, long time, and while Franklin is powerful, he's not one of the master manipulators among immortals for no reason.
The illusions are cut through, and more form in the wake. the psionic wave stirs flames, faint figures writhing in torment among them, as he begins testing more specific versions of hells for reaction.
"I've known Zeus, and all these others, for centuries upon centuries. I know their ways, what they desire, what they will honor and what they will ignore. I didn't rise to my position by chance. And I'll still be holding it when the flames aren't mere visions, but the very real things pulling you in before the gates close behind you."
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