The battlefield stretched for miles, a desolate expanse of scorched earth and broken weapons. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and blood, a testament to the wrath of Ares, the God of War. Standing at the center of the chaos, Ares loomed like an unyielding titan. His crimson armor gleamed with the sheen of freshly spilled blood, and his massive warhammer rested on his shoulder, its spiked head dripping with a dark, viscous ichor.
His eyes burned like twin embers, a searing orange that promised destruction to anyone foolish enough to stand before him. He scanned the horizon, his voice booming like a war drum.
"Hermes!" Ares bellowed, his tone a mix of fury and impatience. "Come out and face me! Enough of your tricks, coward. Fight like a god!"
