Meanwhile on the battlefield, Kent's frustration boiled over. He had fought with everything he had, dominated the battlefield, yet the divine recognition he had yearned for was not given. Anger and bitterness welled up inside him, threatening to consume him.
"Why?" Kent snarled under his breath, his fists clenching. "I was the one who won this battle. Why do the gods still deny me?"
His anger was palpable, the energy crackling around him like a storm on the brink of breaking. Just then, a soft, sultry voice whispered in his mind, a presence he had almost forgotten.
"Patience, Kent..." the Lust Goddess's spirit whispered within his soul space. "The War God has not yet descended. Show him your power, your dominance. Make him see that you are the true warrior worthy of his legacy."
