Thousands of miles away, surrounded by four 'metallic mountains'.
His eyes were bloodshot, his chest heaving violently.
At this point, no matter how much he used his muscles to think, Ares could tell he had been tricked once again.
Of course, this wasn't the first time it happened to the War God.
He still remembered the first time he was tricked by humans, Ares was furious for an entire year.
But when it happened the second, third, fourth time... he gradually became less angry, but this time was different.
Because this time, he carried a death order from the Divine King.
Succeed or go die—although deities do not die, Ares felt no difference between that and death.
Leaving the mortal realm, leaving his servants, leaving Aphrodite, being cast alone into the abyss.
He wondered if at that time, Aph would think of him every day?
"Ah—"
He roared towards the sky, his fingers embedding into the Titan Golem's shell like divine iron.
