Elizabeth POV
Elizabeth kept her weapon lowered while she watched Mars.
The tension between them had faded a little, and she let out a slow breath.
"We really don't need to fight each other," she said.
Mars nodded. "Yeah. We're from the same planet. I don't see a reason to go that far."
He paused, then shrugged.
"Though I still want to fight a bit. Just not to the death."
Elizabeth gave him a look.
He just grinned in response.
Before she could speak again, the shadows at their feet began to ripple.
She felt it first as a faint pressure, like something pushing up from below.
Mars noticed it too.
"Are you doing that?" he asked.
"No. This is something else," she said.
The shadows expanded and twisted. A figure rose slowly from the darkness.
Golden hair. Golden eyes.
Zeus.
He staggered forward as if he had just woken up from a long sleep.
His eyes were unfocused for a moment, then snapped toward Elizabeth and Mars as he noticed them.
He froze.
