In the grand treasury, amidst mountains of gold and rivers of jewels that flowed between the heaps of wealth, Leah stood defiant.
The air, heavy with the scent of metal and the electric charge of impending battle, buzzed around her.
Her opponents, Neptune and Pluto, had chosen this place of opulence as their arena, perhaps as a reminder of the power they once wielded over mortals and gods alike.
Neptune, his form towering and imposing even within the confines of his human vessel, held a trident that seemed to draw the dim light into its prongs, casting shadows that danced like living things.
Pluto, quieter but no less menacing, stood slightly behind, his gaze piercing through the darkness, a silent testament to his dominion over the underworld.
