[Third Person's POV]
[Location: Central Park, New York]
The only thing stopping this clash from being broadcast all over New York, would be the curtain erected by the Zealots, who are even maintaining it from being registered by mortals' satellites, drones, or hidden eyes. To the world outside, Central Park was calm, silent—untouched. Inside, however, the earth was already beginning to split, air quaking beneath the weight of colliding titans.
The Champion of Ares shifted his stance. Gone was the rotting part of the armour, gleaming bronze knitting itself back into shape, as though divine will refused to let weakness linger on his frame. His grip on the ashen shaft of his spear was steady, lethal, and when he levelled the blade at Dominic's face, the air itself trembled around it.
