Burn this world to ashes

Ares stood in front of that giant replica of a Hydra. For a moment, it felt like he was the hero of the stories that he read when he was a kid. The hero who stands in front of the colossal monster, holding his legendary weapon, and fighting to the end with his heart.

That was the final stand. The last pause they would take before the battle was over.

A cold breeze crossed the city, making the dust of the rubble rise in the air. Ares' hair softly waved to the right, and his torn and worn-out clothes did as well. 

That stand seemed to last for eternity. It looked like time had stopped once they gazed at each other. 

Ares looked into the Ancient's eyes and saw himself inside them, as if his very soul was blended with the beasts'. The Viper also did the same and saw itself inside Ares' eyes. 

That sight... it frightened the monster.