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The vows of the gods held their own power, and Ares, in his wrath, was no different.
As he spoke, the rules corresponding to his godhood resonated.
If he were facing another mortal, under the influence of the order of war, Ares might have easily taken them down—though it was uncertain what cost he might pay.
But at this moment, an immortal god and an undying mortal gazed at each other from afar.
One was gifted with the essence of immortality by earthly might, and the other, baptized by the Styx River, possessed an undying body under the ritual track's protection.
At this moment, no one knew who would finally emerge victorious in this conflict over the name "War God," yet all were clear that since neither would die here, the struggle would not cease.
Apart from the fabled Goddess of Fate, no one could predict their fate, and perhaps even the Goddess of Fate herself could not know.
"Kill!"
