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Standing on the bridge, Ares looked at the world before him, a cold, indifferent smile creeping across his face.
He was a typical Astarte, his bald head etched with scriptures from the Holy Words Bearer, Rogal, of the Seventeenth Legion's Genetic Prototypes, clad in dark red armor as if washed by fresh blood. His eyes were narrow, icy, and filled with malicious radiance.
He could see the prosperity and flourishing of the planet, the aura of the mortals' souls intoxicating him, and it was for this reason that they had come here, to perform an unprecedented sacrifice for their supreme Deity. Kaus was the starting point of this offering, Ushkusu, they would become the sacrifice to ignite this planet and the entire Otmara Five Hundred Worlds, obliterating them completely.
