But now, it made the War God feel unattainable.
As if Zeus had not forged it with a part of his own godhood, but with his entire being.
There was even a vague sense that Ares had another feeling—the current Thunderbolt was no longer complete.
Because it had found its fated other half, another Divine Artifact capable of shining brilliantly with it.
Although this premonition seemed even more absurd than the previous one, Ares vouched with his War God's intuition for weapons that it might just be true.
Of course, whether it was true or false had nothing to do with him now...
"Hah... Huff..."
Muscles bulged, and Ares panted heavily, his heart struggling.
Should he make a move?
If he did, could he still maintain his powerful divine strength?
But if he didn't, was what Zeus said earlier just empty words, or his final ultimatum?
His thoughts were chaotic, and the dust around him gradually settled.
