It was none other than Heracles.
The demigod, a son of Zeus and one of Greece's strongest warriors, stood before Nathan like a fortress. His gaze was steady, his demeanor calm yet commanding.
"I will have to stop you with all my strength this time, Black Commander," Heracles said, his voice deep and resolute.
Nathan's grip tightened around his lance, his icy gaze meeting the demigod's stare.
Nathan stood silently as the imposing figure of Heracles loomed before him, his muscles taut and his presence commanding. The flicker of distant torches danced on Heracles' bronzed skin, casting shifting shadows that only enhanced his legendary aura. But Nathan's expression remained unchanged—a frigid, unyielding stare that seemed capable of freezing the very air between them.
