[Location: Temple of Ares, Mount Olympus]
Ares has already shed his disguise of the young skateboarder and now stands taller than the marble pillars surrounding the grand hall. The war god's mortal guise peeled away like smoke, revealing his true form — towering, broad-shouldered, his crimson mane flowing down to his armoured back. His skin glowed faintly with the hue of bloodied bronze, veins pulsing like molten iron beneath. Each breath he took seemed to make the torches lining the temple walls flicker violently, as though even fire itself feared him.
The vast chamber, carved from obsidian and war-forged gold, was silent except for the rhythmic clang of his heavy boots striking the floor. Murals depicting ancient battles — some divine, some mortal — seemed to tremble in his presence.
