The air was tense. A God had descended, not just any God, but a member of the Great Twelve. And not just any member, but a brother of Zeus, the King of Gods. He ruled over the Seas, much like how his brother ruled over the Skies. He was the one and only Sea King. He was Poseidon.
Ares looked at the Sea God with a rare tinge of emotion. He had always been a little bit fond of this God. He found him a bit more sensible than his brother. But then, Ares shook his head in pity. He had already vowed to cut down whoever stood in his way.
As he stood to his feet, ready to confront the God, a deep voice rang out beside him.
"My lord. Allow me to go in your stead."
The God of War halted, then turned to look towards the soldier who had spoken. He was a War Generals, a Demigod of the blood of Zeus. But why had Ares chosen to recruit him, a direct blood of Zeus?
