When Ares came to his wits again he was sinking in the water. For a moment, he wondered whether he failed or succeeded in his attack. His memory was just a blur in the first seconds after he opened his eyes, probably due to the lack of oxygen.
'Did I fail? Hmm... I can't remember at all... I feel like my body is so weak right now. There is something wrong with my right arm, which means that I could use the First Rune, Storm Breaker. If that's the case, then I probably hit the flagpole.'
Ares looked at his right arm, which was still holding the axe. His body never would allow himself to let go of his weapon ever again, let alone that weapon in specific, the only material memento that he had of his dear father and grandfather.