Heracles began to stretch his impressive muscles.
Standing at almost seven feet tall, with the build of a seasoned warrior despite his young age, Heracles was the epitome of strength and grace.
Each flex of his arm revealed sinew and power, and his movements were fluid and confident.
Turning to face Chronos, Heracles flashed a mischievous grin, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and challenge.
"So, you're the one who dares to duel with a demigod?" he taunted, flexing his biceps and striking an exaggerated pose.
"I hope you've prepared yourself. I'm not known for going easy on my opponents."
Chronos, still masked and inscrutable, met Heracles's gaze without flinching.
Though the words were meant to intimidate, there was a spark of excitement in the demigod's eyes that Chronos recognized and shared.
All the years he had been alive, Chronos had been weighed down with an unending stream of responsibilities…
