Penthesilea's eyes, already burning with fury, seem to ignite further, glowing with an unnatural, fiery light. Her face, partially hidden beneath her helmet, twists into a mask of pure rage, her features sharp and fierce. Every muscle in her body is taut, coiled with the energy of her anger.
Suddenly, a strange and powerful aura begins to emanate from her. Jason can see it clearly: a red, pulsating energy that seems to envelop her entire form. This energy is vivid and intense, like the glow of molten lava or the heart of a blazing fire. It radiates outward, distorting the air around her and casting an eerie, crimson light on everything nearby.
"This should be Ares' Fury," Jason thought.
