The Colosseum of Sky held its collective breath as Oni no Atenzi and Hercules faced each other in the ever-shifting arena.
Reality itself seemed to pulse in anticipation, the very fabric of existence straining under the weight of their clash.
Oni no Atenzi's eyes blazed with an unholy crimson, his grin a rictus of blood and madness.
Across from him, Hercules stood, battered but unbowed, the last vestiges of his godly heritage manifesting as a faint golden glow around his form.
"Let's end this, son of Zeus," Oni no Atenzi growled, his voice resonating with otherworldly power. "Show me the true might of Olympus!"
Hercules' response was a roar that shook the foundations of Aethoria.
He charged forward, his fist cocked back for a blow that could shatter mountains.
But Oni no Atenzi was ready.
As Hercules' fist approached, he didn't dodge.
Instead, he stepped into the attack, his own fist rising to meet the demigod's.
