To prepare for this day, Thrax had trained with dozens of Cosmos-level warriors—each formidable in their own right—but none like this. None like Ares.
The God of War didn't just command cosmic might—his aura was steeped in a Law of War. He was war incarnate. His every movement summoned the presence of a celestial legion, a phantom army that bolstered his strikes and drowned the battlefield in divine fury.
Thrax rose, blood dripping from his brow, only to meet Ares' gleaming eyes.
"Good…" Ares sneered, voice booming like thunder. "Do not yield… Just die!"
Raising his colossal axe again, Ares channeled the might of his celestial army. Energy surged around him like a tidal wave of gold. With inhuman speed, he brought the axe down—this time aiming to cleave Thrax in two.
Thrax raised his spear to meet it—Gaelbolg, his soul-bound weapon, his tier-6 spear, tempered with tier-7 materials.
BANG!!!
