Hel could feel the War God's rage radiating from him like a tempest– A furnace that was stoked to the point of igniting. Axel's taunt form was a stark warning to his opponent; Engaging him in combat was no different than charging at a mountain. Hel might inflict damage, but the War God was an immovable force– A titan indifferent to pain.
It would be a senseless fight to participate in, if Hel already knew the outcome.
Glancing from Sky to Axel, the Underworld God could not help but scoff in indignancy. "So you two are ganging up on me? Is that it…? And here, I thought it would be a fair fight!"
"Fair fight…?" Axel's tone was deadly, as his brows furrowed with ferocity towards his sibling. "You've just unleashed several hundred rogue werebears and werewolves on Atlas, and you dare speak of a fair fight…?! I'm not fucking around– If I don't rearrange your face today–!!"
