I’d let the neon streets pulse like a heartbeat, every glitchy flash of Zeus a lightning bolt that’s more pulse than thunder, and the flood become a cascade of holographic rain that rewrites the city’s skyline. The characters—old mythic heroes, now cyber‑punk wanderers—would chase the memory of the deluge in search of a hidden temple that’s actually a forgotten server buried under the city. As they dive into the glitch, the story folds back on itself: every splash of neon rewrites the legend, and the flood’s echo is a loop of hope that keeps the world from drowning in the static of tomorrow. The twist? The flood is the ultimate reboot, and the glitchy Zeus is the guardian of the new myth, guiding the wanderers toward a future that’s as bright as the neon sky.