The golden sun blazed high above the battlefield, its relentless rays scorching the earth below. Yet even in the searing heat, Athena stood resolute, her silver armor glinting with an otherworldly brilliance. Her owl-shaped helm shadowed her piercing gray eyes, which burned with calm determination. She held her spear steady, the weapon humming faintly with divine energy.
Across the field, Apollo radiated a brilliance that rivaled the sun itself. His golden hair shimmered as if woven from sunlight, and his golden bow glowed with an intensity that threatened to blind all who gazed upon it. His tunic, though simple, was immaculate, a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding him.
"Athena," Apollo called, his voice smooth but carrying an undercurrent of wrath. "You shouldn't have dared to do this! I'll roast you with the power of a thousand suns!"
