"As the Brantian forces marched down the hill, they beheld a breathtaking sight: thousands of soldiers from the Ragan Empire, arrayed before the imposing walls of their nation.
Ares, marching behind the Brantian forces, swung his mighty hammer with a powerful blow, striking the earth with tremendous force. The ground shuddered, and a massive chasm opened, swallowing the charging Ragan Empire forces.
A brilliant ray of light illuminated the battlefield as the falling men were protected by shimmering barriers, halting their descent.
The Ragan god of protection, Jendris, moved with swift agility, rapidly returning the soldiers to solid ground.
In a flash, Ares materialized above Jendris, his hammer poised to strike the unsuspecting god."
"Ares stumbled back, reeling from the hammer blow dealt by Rodile, who stood tall, his hammer returning to his hand. As Ares regained his footing, Rodile declared, 'Finally, we meet again!' The two gods charged at each other, their weapons clashing in a flurry of steel and fury.
The battlefield around them erupted into chaos as the gods exchanged blows. Rodile stumbled back, but Ares pressed his advantage, hammering away with relentless ferocity. Rodile, undaunted, hurled his hammer into the sky, taunting Ares to strike him once more.
Ares, fueled by rage, charged forward, but before he could land the blow, Serilan intervened, unleashing a colossal beam of ice and lava that sent Ares crashing to the ground. The impact was tremendous, crushing the bodies of nearby Braniton Empire soldiers.
The King of the Braniton Empire, witnessing the display of power, swiftly summoned his four generals. 'Send a message bird to call for reinforcements!' he commanded.
Ares, beaming with pride, shouted defiantly as he produced three beads, which he smashed, enveloping himself in a red aura.
With renewed strength, Ares swung his hammer in a mighty arc, crushing a section of the Ragan Empire Nation's walls. The sound of crumbling stone and screams of terror filled the air as the battlefield descended into further chaos."
"Rodile sneered at Ares, mocking his aim, but before he could gloat further, his axe flashed downward, gripped firmly in his hands. The blade bit deep into Ares' chest, sending blood splattering across the ground.
The other Ragan gods – Zarius, Serilan, Worus, Borus, Indras, and Jendris – watched the battle unfold, their eyes fixed on the clash between Rodile and Ares.
Ares regained his footing, his eyes blazing with fury as he grasped Rodile's arm. But Rodile quickly broke free, punching Ares in the stomach with a swift jab.
Ares spat out blood, his laughter echoing through the air as he summoned his hammer. The mighty weapon soared through the air, striking Rodile before returning to Ares' grasp. Seizing the opportunity, Ares struck Rodile once more.
Rodile crashed to the ground, causing the earth to shudder and tremble. A portion of the ground beneath them gave way, destroyed by the force of their battle.
Rodile leapt upward, using his feet to strike Ares and send him tumbling further into the ground.
Ares acknowledged Rodile's fighting spirit, but his laughter echoed through the air once more. 'You may be strong,' Ares declared, 'but I didn't come alone!' With a swift motion, Ares grabbed Rodile's leg and swung him away.
As the dust settled, Ares clapped his hands, and four Olympian gods emerged, standing beside him. Apollo, the god of the sun, shone brightly; Hermes, the Messenger of the gods, stood ready; Hercules, the god of strength and hero of the Twelve Labors, flexed his mighty muscles; and Dionysus, the god of festivals, grinned mischievously.
The stage was set for an epic battle between the Olympian gods and the Ragan gods."