Ares lay at the edge of consciousness, ichor flowing from shattered wounds, armor hanging in broken fragments across his body. Yet even in that ruined state, the God of War forced himself upright. His legs trembled, but he refused to fall before either Sharky or Zeus.
His blurred gaze shifted between the towering Titanus form and the Lord of Olympus.
Sharky's massive arm lifted again, intent clear—this strike would end it.
Zeus's voice thundered across the battlefield.
"Mortal, I told you to leave him. If you do not… you will face something far worse."
The thunderbolt in Zeus's hand flared brighter, divine law gathering around its core.
Sharky did not answer. His colossal shadow loomed over Ares.
And then, "DIE, SHARKY VALOR!!"
Zeus hurled the bolt.
A wave of golden cosmic energy tore through the sky, splitting clouds and space alike. The lightning spear descended like judgment itself and pierced straight through Titanus Sharky's chest.
KRRRRRRSHHHH—!!!
